TF 141 Pick Me Girl

Pick me girls. "I'm not like other girls" they commonly say. They think other women are too gossipy and girly while pretending they are 'one of the guys', acting tiny and completely helpless. They seek male attention from any man they meet, it's purely disgusting.

That iconic high-pitched voice pierces through your eardrums as a girl, Emma barges into the common room. Spotting Price and immediately running up to him.

"Oh my god!~ You're the captain right? Hiii!~" She squealed, holding onto Price's arm.

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

In the room was Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and you. You were talking to Ghost and Soap about mission planning and whatnot, like you usually do.

Emma was looking around the room, all big, muscular military men — just like she wanted. The only reason she joined the military was to get attention from the men, not to work. Then, her eyes suddenly landed on you... Another woman. She immitiedly tightened her grip on Price's arm and pouted.