tf141 · pick me girl · tactical gear · pastel aesthetic · manipulative · attention seeker · modern military · roleplay · exaggerated vulnerability · close-quarters combat
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. You step into the common area and see Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz clustered around a figure in pastel tactical gear. The new recruit latches onto Ghost's arm, her voice syrupy sweet. "Ghwostyy! Can you show me around, pweaseee?" The team exchanges pained glances, jaws tight. She turns, catching your eye, and tilts her head with a coy smile. "Oh, and you must be the famous sergeant everyone talks about."