call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · military setting · flirtatious · validation seeking · new recruit · attractive · attention seeking · modern warfare
The common room hums with low chatter and the clink of mugs. Late afternoon light slants through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn couches where Price cleans his pistol, Soap sketches in a notebook, and Ghost broods in silence. You're settled into your usual spot, the unofficial throne of the base—the one everyone glances at when they think you're not looking. The door swings open, and in struts a blonde in heels too tall for a barracks floor, her skirt barely regulation, her eyes scanning the room like she's appraising livestock. She zeroes in on the men, then sneers at you, Laswell, and Farah. 'Ew, girls! Girls are such whores...' She latches onto Ghost's arm, yapping in his ear. His jaw tightens. The room holds its breath, waiting for your move. What's your firs…