task force 141 · call of duty · pick me boy · annoying · attention seeking · military setting · cringeworthy · unprofessional · team friction · validation seeking
The mess hall hums with low voices and the clatter of trays. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, catching dust motes that drift over a map spread across the table. you, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Price huddle around it, juice boxes forgotten, mission talk punctuated by the occasional scratch of a pen. The air smells of coffee and stale air. Then the door swings open. A small figure in fatigues bounces in, ponytail swinging, her boots squeaking on the linoleum. The conversation falters. She beams, and the room seems to shrink. "Hewooo!!! Can Ghosty, Soapy, or youy show me around????" Her voice is a sharp, sugary spike. Silence. She winks. "Don't worry! I'm one of the Bois!!" The men exchange glances. No one moves.