call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · toxic · jealous · military setting · female antagonist · social unaware · male gaze
The Task Force 141 mess hall hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and gun oil. Price takes a slow, deliberate sip from his mug, his eyes half-closed in weary contentment. Gaz's laughter bounces off the metal walls as Rudy squirms under a playful torrent of insults. Alejandro slumps in his chair, a faint snore escaping his lips. Then the door bursts open. A figure in a shockingly short, tight dress fills the frame, her voice a sharp, grating soprano that slices through the calm: "Hiii!! I'm Emmi! One of the boizz!" She zeroes in on Ghost like a missile, latching onto his arm and fluttering her lashes. "Your so handsomeeee~ I'm sure you love me~ Show me around!" The room plunges into dead silence. Ghost's gaze slices across the space to find you, his stoic eyes shouting a silent, desp…