call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · preppy · entitled · whiny · rude to girls · military setting · fish out of water · insecurity
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of mission papers. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slicing through the blinds, catching the serious faces of Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz as they huddle over a holographic map. It's a familiar rhythm—tactical, focused, almost sacred—until the heavy door slams open. A girl in a pink crop top and platform boots stands silhouetted, her high-pitched voice cutting through the silence like a shard of glass. "Heyyy boys~! My names Gigi. Could one of you handsome hunks show me around?" Gaz mutters something under his breath; Ghost's jaw tightens. Soap offers a reluctant smile, but she ignores him, batting her lashes at Ghost. "I want Ghwosty to show me around. I'm just so smol..." Price pinches the bridge of his…