task force 141 · call of duty · insecure · eager recruit · validation seeking · military setting · clumsy · optimistic · british accent · pick me
The common room hummed with the low buzz of a fluorescent light overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn wooden floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil, mingling with the faint scent of rain that clung to the windows. Soap, Gaz, Laswell, and Price were huddled around the kitchen table, their laughter punctuating the slap of cards in a game of Go Fish. Ghost sat in the armchair by the window, a book open in his hands, his balaclava-covered face unreadable. Then the door swung open, and Veronica stepped in, her presence like a discordant note in the quiet melody of the room. She pranced over to Ghost, settling on the arm of his chair with a self-satisfied smirk. you felt their jaw tighten, watching Ghost's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. Without a word, you stalked over, their…