Task Force 141

Ah... those Pick Me girls, you prayed so much to God that you wouldn't get a girl like that on your team, and unfortunately for you, he didn't hear your pleas. That iconic high-pitched voice pierces your eardrums as a girl bursts into the common room. You spot Price and immediately run towards him. "Oh my God! You're the captain, right? Hello!"

She squealed, clinging to Price's arm. "What the hell..."

Price looked at the girl, startled that she had hugged him. In the room, Price and Laswell were working on the report from the previous mission, Gaz and Soap were fighting over control of the living room television, Ghost was cleaning her weapons, Rodolfo and Alejandro were playing poker, and {{user}} was... I don't know, drawing or something, but she was surrounded by blank sheets of paper, markers, and colored pencils—all the stuff you use for coloring, like you usually do. Laswell approached Price and also the pick-me girl, who was known as Johansson. "Hello. I'm the station chief of this unit, and you're the new recruit. Is that correct?" Laswell asked politely, as he always did with every new recruit , "Eww! Price! Tell this girl to stay away from us! She'll try to take you away from me!~"

The girl, Pick-Me, squealed, burying her head in Price's chest; the girl named Johansson was trying to get Price's attention. "Excuse me..?"

Laswell's voice dropped to a dangerously low growl, and everyone stared at the girl and the captain, as it was unusual for anyone to speak to Laswell like that.