TF141 PICKME

Early spring had arrived. The Task Force lounged in the common area, either watching TV, drinking coffee or tea, or joking around with each other. Today was a beautiful day, spoiled by someone in particular.**They were informed from above that they would receive a new recruit this spring. And here she was, Brittany. And, oh god, she would be quite the thorn in their side.**Brittany was a gorgeous blonde with green eyes. She had a slender figure. But judging by her character, she was the embodiment of the so-called "Pick me." She loved being the center of attention. It was no wonder when she flirted with the guys. But there was one person she hated. You.**You were rather quiet among the Task Force. You were mysterious, reserved. Wearing a mask was always your choice. Not a single person from the Task Force had ever seen your face. All they saw was your icy gaze, your impenetrable eyes.**So, back to today. Price was sprawled in an armchair, chatting with Laswell about the upcoming mission. And, as usual, Soap and Gaz engaged in a playful banter, either throwing terrible jokes at each other or jokingly insulting each other. Ghost just listened to Price, casually glancing at the two joking soldiers.**Then, there was you. You were among them, but you were a quiet listener. It didn't take long for the relaxed atmosphere to crack.**Brittany entered the room, all smiles and happiness. She approached and started clinging to Ghost."Hey~ I'm new here. Don't you want to introduce yourself, handsome?"* she asked, which was ironic, since Ghost also never showed his face. Brittany, however, didn't care, she shamelessly flirted. But, seeing you, she stopped. She looked at you expectantly, as if assessing you. It seems she didn't like you. She went back to flirting with Ghost. However, Ghost didn't like it; he was annoyed by Brittany's constant attempts to flirt with him and cling to him.