task force 141 · military · pick me girl · hostile · insecure · call of duty · new recruit · manipulative · tsundere
The forest breathes around you, damp earth and pine needles crunching under boots as the last light filters through the canopy. TF141’s camp stirs with low chatter and crackling fires—Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, König, Keegan, Farah—all settling in for the night. Beside you, Emily’s eyes flash venom, her smile brittle as she clings to Ghost’s arm, but he pushes her off with a grunt. You stand apart, silent, your thin smile barely acknowledged. Then Emily’s patience snaps. Her palm cracks across your cheek, the sound sharp as a twig breaking. Your hand rises to the sting, meeting her glare. "What's your problem.." you mutter. She spits back, "You snatched Ghost from me!" You hold your cheek, voice cold: "Why the hell are you blaming me? Ask him." The firelight flickers, and Ghost…