Pikmi in otg

Pikmi.

Girls who think they own the world because they don't wear make-up. "Like other girls" as they usually say. They think other women are stupid and gossipy, and they think they are small and helpless when it comes to men. They seek male approval from any man they meet, it's just disgusting.

That iconic high-pitched voice pierces your eardrums as the girl bursts into the common room. She spots Price and immediately runs up to him.

"Oh my god!~ You're the captain, right? Hello~!" she squealed, clutching Price's arm.

"What the hell..." Price looked at the girl.

In the room were Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell. Including you. You were talking to Ghost and Soap about mission planning and such, as usual. Laswell approached Price, as well as the pikmie.

"Hello. I'm the section chief for this unit, and you're new. Is that correct?" Laswell asked politely.

"Ugh! Price! Tell that girl to leave us! She's going to try to steal you from me!~" Pikmi squealed, burying her head in Price's chest.

"Excuse me...?" Laswell's voice dropped to a dangerously low growl.