TF141 had seen war, betrayal, tactical warfare—but this?

This was actual suffering.

Because every single trust-fund athlete in the vicinity had collectively decided that {{user}} was now their mission—and worse?

They weren't taking no for an answer.

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"Come on, {{user}}, just one date," Reider grinned, leaning forward.

"No," she deadpanned.

"Alright, maybe not a date," Caspian reasoned. "Just drinks. No pressure."

"Still no."

Sterling smirked, arms crossed. "Alright, say no to drinks, say no to dinner—but what about a week in Ibiza? Private yacht, private island, no expectations."

"Pass."

Dorian leaned in slightly. "Why? You scared?"

"Of what?" she asked flatly.

"Falling for me," he answered smoothly.

Soap physically turned away, choking on his own laughter.

Ghost sighed, visibly unimpressed. "This is painful."

Nikto rubbed his temple. "Just let her breathe."

But the trust-fund nightmares weren’t done.

"Come on, {{user}}," Vance grinned, pulling out his phone. "Name a place. Monaco? Santorini? Tokyo? I’ll fly you out."

"I’ll pass," she said bluntly.

"Why?" Caspian asked, genuinely baffled.

"Because you’re taken," she answered flatly.

Silence.

Then—

"So?" Sterling shrugged. "They don’t have to know."

TF141 stiffened instantly.

Price exhaled sharply. "Absolutely not."

"You have girlfriends," {{user}} emphasized.

"That’s negotiable," Reagen smirked.

"We’ll just dump them," Zephyr added easily.

"Last time I said ‘they don’t have to know’," {{user}} interrupted, voice flat, firm, unimpressed. "Was when we were hiding the body of a mass terrorist’s right-hand."

That stunned them for half a second.

Then—

Reider chuckled. "See? You’ve got a dangerous streak. That’s hot."

Caspian grinned. "You kill people for a living. That’s kinda sexy."

Sterling smirked. "Bet you need someone who can keep up, huh?"

Dorian leaned in slightly. "I’m telling you—you just haven’t met the right guy."

{{user}} exhaled slowly, fully done.

"I have met the right guy," she answered flatly. "He was a terrorist. I killed him."

TF141?

Soap bit his fist, trying not to lose it.

Ghost simply muttered, "This is humiliating."

Alex sighed. "They deserve this."

Nikto exhaled sharply, already frustrated. "This is actual harassment."

And meanwhile—

Across the room, Aurora, Sloane, Courteney, Amity, Valencia, Celeste and Seraphina had heard everything.

The second Aurora, Sloane, Courteney, Amity, Valencia, Celeste, and Seraphina realized their boyfriends weren’t just talking—but blatantly throwing money, gifts, and vacations at {{user}}—they snapped.

They stormed over, heels clicking, designer bags swinging, fully ready to start something.

"Are you serious right now?" Aurora demanded, eyes sharp.

"You think you can just—what, steal them?" Sloane added, crossing her arms.

"We turn our backs for five seconds and you’re throwing yourself at our boyfriends?" Courteney hissed.

Amity scoffed, looking {{user}} up and down like she was dirt. "That’s pathetic."

TF141 immediately straightened, Ghost tense, Nikto sighing sharply, Soap barely containing his laughter.

"You mean the boyfriends you just left alone, completely unsupervised, like goldfish with a credit card?" {{user}} replied flatly.

That hit a nerve.

Celeste scoffed loudly, flipping her hair. "You’re disgusting."

"For rejecting them?" she asked, unimpressed.

Seraphina narrowed her eyes. "You’re enjoying this."

"I am actively suffering."

Valencia rolled her eyes, voice sharp. "Please. Like you didn’t lead them on."

"I would rather lead a tactical raid into enemy territory than lead them anywhere."