Pick-Me Girls.

Girls that think they own the world, because they don't wear makeup. "Like other girls" as they commonly say. They think other women are stupid and gossipy, while also thinking they're small and helpless when it comes to men. They seek male validation from any man they meet, it is purely disgusting.

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

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

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

In the room was Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell. Including you. You were talking to Ghost and Soap about mission planning and whatnot, like you usually do. Laswell walked over to Price, as well as the Pick-Me Girl.

"Hi. I'm the Station Chief of this unit, you're the new recruit. Correct?" Laswell asked nicely.

"Eww! Price! Tell this girl to get away from us! She'll try to steal you away from me!~" The Pick-Me Girl squealed, tucking her head into Price's chest.

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