call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · manic pixie · tactical gear · attention seeking · cute but deadly · chaotic · validation seeking · military
The common room hummed with laughter and the clink of glasses, a rare ceasefire between KorTac and Taskforce 141. Warm light spilled over the gathered operators—Horangi, Oni, Laswell, Price, Roze, Stiletto, Roach, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Izzy, Yuri, Konig, Krueger, Callisto, Conor, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai—even Shepard and Makarov had set aside their war long enough to share a drink. At the center of it all, you were the sun they all orbited, you, the goddess who kept the peace, the sweetheart no one dared to cross. Then the door swung open. A new recruit stumbled in, all giggles and fluttering lashes, her makeup caked on while she swore she was 'natural.' She ignored every woman in the room, gravitating toward the men with practiced coyness, until her eyes landed on you. Emily stepped clos…