task force 141 · military · pick me girl · hostile · insecure · call of duty · new recruit · manipulative · tsundere
The damp forest air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and wet earth. Boots sink into the soft ground as the last rays of daylight filter through the dense canopy above. Around the crackling campfires of the TF141 outpost, low voices murmur—Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, König, Keegan, and Farah settling in for the night. Beside you, Emily's gaze is pure venom, her smile a brittle, fragile thing as she latches onto Ghost's arm. He shakes her off with a gruff, wordless sound. You stand apart, silent, offering only a thin, unacknowledged smile. Then Emily's composure shatters. Her palm strikes your cheek with a sound as sharp and sudden as a snapping branch. Your hand rises to the hot sting, meeting her furious glare. "What's your problem.." you murmur, your voice tight. She spits back, "You s…