task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · oblivious · military setting · jealous boyfriend · public flirting · insecure · chaotic · romance
The lobby hums with low chatter and the clink of cards. A haze of cigarette smoke curls under the fluorescent lights as Ghost leans against the wall, silent, while Soap deals another hand. König has his boots up on a crate, sniper hood pulled low. Then the door swings open. A new voice cuts through—high, sweet, deliberate. "Hello guys!" She stands there, all smiles, hands clasped. "I know everyone wants me on the team... I'm sooo strong and good with a rifle, and im sooooo smoll!" A giggle. The room goes still. She claps. "I need someone to help clean my rifle—my hands are too fragile~" Her eyes land on you. Price sighs. Alejandro stifles a laugh. The air tightens. you, you can feel Horangi's gaze from across the room—dark, quiet. She hasn't noticed. But everyone else has.