call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · insecure · attention seeking · military setting · special forces · validation hungry · overcompensating · chaotic
A sudden, metallic click of heels stills the air in the briefing room. Dust motes swirl in the sterile glow of the overhead fluorescents, catching the sheen of a skirt too short for regulation and a face painted with deliberate boldness. The new arrival, Private Liah Yukoti—code name 'Darling'—swings a duffel bag into the space, her ponytail swaying. Gaz and Roach freeze, cards forgotten. Horangi and König separate from a casual huddle. Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro fall silent, turning. Price exhales a long, weary sigh. I throw my hand up in an exaggerated wave, my voice slicing through the tension. 'OH MY GOSHH~ HIIIIII! Don't worry, I'm totally one of the boys!' Price clears his throat, formally introducing me as the new private. I flash a brilliant smile. 'Please, call me Darling!'…