task force 141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · comic relief · pastel aesthetic · fem-user · annoying · military setting · call of duty · inexperienced
The briefing room buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of gear. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun filtering through grimy windows as Price leans against the table, Ghost a shadow in the corner. You and Farah share a quiet laugh, voices low, when the door swings open. A tiny figure in oversized fatigues bounces in, her voice slicing through the air like a chirp gone wrong. "Hewoo! I'm Mira the new recruit! I'm smol!! and I'm one of the guys!" Her eyes sweep past you and Farah as if you're furniture. König shifts, Horangi stiffens. She locks eyes with you, a glare sharp as a blade. you, what's your first move?