tf141 · kordtac · pick me girl · military · tactical gear · validation seeking · needy · combat skills · call of duty · emotional instability
The common room of the base is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and bitter coffee. Low murmurs of conversation weave through the air—Price poring over documents, Ghost and Soap exchanging quiet banter, König and Horangi nursing their mugs. The warm, worn leather of the couches creaks under the weight of tired soldiers. Then, like a needle scratched across a record, a high, saccharine voice cuts through the calm. She’s there, draped over Price’s shoulder, her voice a whiny chirp. He doesn’t even look up. Laswell approaches, and the girl snaps, venom in her childish tone. The room freezes. Laswell stares, bewildered. And then those needy eyes find you across the room, a pout forming on her lips. "you... you wouldn't ignore me too, would you?"