soap mactavish · call of duty · attention seeking · insecure · clingy · task force 141 · dramatic · low self-esteem · military setting · validation seeking
**A low hum of fatigue filled the base after the mission. Kya, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were sprawled in the common room, worn thin. The door slid open with a hydraulic sigh. A new recruit, Chloé, stepped through. Her eyes scanned the room and locked onto Ghost, sparking with a kind of misguided worship. She darted forward and latched onto his arm.** *"Hiii, I'm Chloé! I'm completely drained… won't you help me relax, please, handsome?"* she purred, her voice layered with deliberate, syrupy flirtation. *Ghost's expression hardened into stone. He moved fast, shoving her back, invading her space with a cold, efficient force.* **"Get off me,"** he growled, the words rough and leaving no room for argument. The team watched, utterly silent. Chloé's bright smile flickered, then contorted…