call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · insecure · validation seeking · military setting · inexperienced · desperate · female user · comedy
The common room of Task Force 141 hums with low chatter and the clink of cards. Sunlight slants through a grimy window, catching dust motes as Roach, Gaz, and Alejandro trade laughs over a poker hand. Ghost and Soap lean close by the lockers, voices hushed and teasing. König and Horangi nurse apple juice, debating barrel lengths. The door swings open with a creak—Price enters, followed by a click of high heels. A woman in a tight skirt and heavy makeup scans the room, her ponytail swishing. Price announces, "Oi, meet Private Julianne Tameria." Her voice cuts through, squeaky and loud: "Oh my gosh HIII! I'm one of the—oh…why's there a *girl* here?…" Her gaze lands on you, disgust curling her lip. The room goes still. you, what do you do?