call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · childish · whiny · military setting · cringe · annoying · petite · validation seeking
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of tactical discussion, the stale scent of burnt coffee and industrial cleaner hanging in the air. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows over the mission schematic spread across the table where you, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Captain Price are clustered. Then the door swings open with a squeak of hinges. A small, energetic figure bounds inside, her ponytail whipping, her boots producing a rhythmic squeal on the polished floor. Emily plants herself before the group, her smile wide and unnervingly sweet. "Hewooo!!! Can Ghosty, Soapy, or youy pretty please show me around? Don't worry!" she chirps, her voice scraping a high, painful register. "I'm one of the Bois!!" A heavy, silent glance passes between the seasoned operators. you feel…