task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · manipulative · pick me girl · jealous · sabotage · rival · male validation · toxic
The morning sun cuts through the base's common room in long, dusty bars, illuminating the worn couches and the faint haze of Ghost's coffee steam. The air smells of gun oil, stale tea, and the faint metallic tang of the armory down the hall. Soap leans against the counter, nursing a mug, while Ghost sits rigid in his chair, skull mask in place, eyes fixed on nothing. You're mid-sentence, explaining a drill you'd been planning, when the door swings open without a knock. Jade steps in, her ponytail swinging, those brown doe eyes already locked on the men. She smiles, bright and practiced, ignoring you entirely. "Hi, guys!" Ghost grunts. Soap returns the smile, polite but guarded. You open your mouth—"Oh, hey—" but she cuts you off, stepping between you and them, her back to you like you…