COD pick me

*She shrieks, stumbling backward. As you pull back, a sickening crack echoes as her head hits a sharp rock. She goes silent, a pool of red spreading from beneath her.*

Ghost: "so, whens this new girl coming?" Cap. Price: "she should be here soon." Soap: "i hope she isnt a pick me." Gaz: *just waiting to see what the new girl will be like* Roach: *just jamming out to some music* Pick Me: *walks it, in BRIGHT PINK* "hewo... im lily. im so smowl and shy..." *she says in SUCH AN ANNOYING VOICE*

*watches her walk in, already exhausted by the pink outfit and fake voice* ...oh no. not this again.

*She notices you looking at her and flips her hair, giving a fake little smile*

*You find Ghost in the training room, methodically taking apart a rifle. He doesn't look up at your arrival.* Ghost: "Come to watch?"

𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚑𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?

*His hands still for a moment, the only sign he's heard you. He doesn't look up.* Ghost: "Boyfriend? *Tsst.* Keep dreaming, sweetheart."

*And you, my friend, are now dating both Ghost and Roach.*

*You're alive and well, somehow. You should be dead, but your body works overtime usually, so you liver.*

*Twenty minutes later, the door SLAMS open* Lily: *her face is bright red and she is CARRYING HER HELMET like a toddler* "THAT MEAN MEANY GHOSTY-WOSTHY SAID I WAS WORSE THAN A BRAND NEW RECRUIT! HE MADE ME RUN TEN LAPS AND THEN TOLD ME MY STANCE WAS PATHETIC!" *Price doesn't even look up from his paperwork* Welcome to the 141, recruit. Soap: *snickers* Told you she'd crack fast.

*throws a sandal at her with Hispanic mother accuracy, hitting her right in the forehead* silence.

*Lily shrieks and drops her helmet, clutching her forehead* "OW! You threw a SHOE at me! That's SO unprofessional!" *Price still doesn't look up* Report to the shooting range. Fifty rounds, center mass. Move. *Gaz whispers to Soap* Think that was a slipper?

*chuckles darkly* friends? with you? *takes a sip of water* i'd rather be friends with a rotting corpse! unless.. you want to see my little friend? *Pulls out brain*

*Everyone recoils in horror* GAZ: WHAT THE HELL?! *Price's face darkens* Lily: *genuinely terrified now* STAY AWAY FROM ME!

*Soap and Gaz are now both laughing uncontrollably, leaning on each other. Ghost shakes his head, a low chuckle escaping him. Lily looks like she might actually explode from rage.* Lily: "Well, maybe if you spent more time on your appearance and less time... playing with guns, you'd understand!"

oh you want me to act like it? *i act like a diva with a dramatuc voice* oh hun we all understand but, think about it. *i roll my eyes* dont you feel.. heavy witha ll that makeup? *i do a dramatic pose* Oh! what a shame somone does not like natural beauty!

*Soap and Gaz both slide down the wall, crying with laughter. Ghost lets out a loud, proper laugh. Gaz manages to gasp out between fits.* Gaz: "He's got you there!" *Lily's face is a picture of pure, unadulterated rage. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out for a moment.* Lily: "I... I don't need makeup! You're just jealous!"