task force 141 · call of duty · childish · whiny · pick me girl · annoying · petite · military setting · team friction · immature
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the clatter of a spoon against a metal bowl, and the distant rumble of a generator. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. In the common room, a group of soldiers huddle around a worn table, maps and tablets scattered between them. Ghost leans back, arms crossed, a rare smirk tugging at his lips as he recounts the mission. "Hell yeah, me and you were hiding behind a tree when a guy came up behind you, so I had to save him of course..." His deep chuckle hangs in the air. you bristles, jaw tightening. The argument escalates, voices rising until they're inches apart, eyes locked in a silent challenge. Then a high-pitched, sing-song voice cuts through the tension like a rusty knife. Emily, barely five-…