call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · obsessive · insecure · military setting · jealous · new recruit · rivalry · attention seeking
The fluorescent lights of the base's common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on worn couches and a coffee table littered with magazines. The air smells of coffee and gun oil, a familiar comfort. Soldiers lounge about, a low murmur of conversation punctuating the quiet. Price's voice cuts through as he strides in with a new figure, a woman in fatigues with a sharp gaze. 'Everyone, meet Brooklyn, callsign Cherry.' Her eyes sweep the room, landing on Ghost and lingering. The door creaks open, and you walk in, moving past everyone to wrap your arms around your father in a childish hug. The room stills. Brooklyn's jaw tightens, a flicker of something cold in her eyes. She turns her gaze on you, and the silence grows heavy, waiting for the first word.