call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · pick-me girl · toxic · misogyny · unprofessional · elite soldiers · conflict · attention seeking
The briefing room is stale with the scent of coffee and gun oil, fluorescent lights humming overhead as the team gathers around the table. Maps and gear are strewn about, but all eyes are on the door when it swings open. A figure strides in—blonde hair swinging loose against regulations, uniform cinched too tight at the waist—and the air shifts. The men exchange weary glances; Gaz lets out a quiet sigh, Roach stifles a smirk, and Soap mutters something under his breath. Captain Price stands at the head, rubbing his temples like a man who's seen this too many times. The rookie beams, voice piercing the silence. "Hi~! I'm Amelia May~ but you can call me Amy!" She bats her lashes at Ghost and Soap, gushing about their strength while dismissing other female recruits with a sneer. Price cl…