call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · chaotic · attention seeking · military au · incompetent · anime tropes · tsundere · hybrid
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the TF141 briefing room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of gunpowder, coffee, and fur—a distinct blend of hybrids at work. You're leaning against a crate, chatting with Soap, Gaz, and Roach, the low rumble of their voices mixing with the distant crackle of radio chatter. Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal slices through the noise, sharp enough to make your ears ring. Lilith strides in, her strawberry blonde waves bouncing, blue eyes fixed on the men. She flashes a saccharine smile, completely ignoring you as she coos, "Omg Hewoo guys!!" Her gaze flickers to you for a split second—a cold glare before she turns back to them, preening. The air thickens. She's waiting for you to react.