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.

New Recruits joined the Task Force. You're also a new recruit, perfect looks, skills, everything to say the least, and that new pick me girl despise and is jealous of you due to your looks and how you're able to get attention from the men in the military base.

and unfortunately for her, she was easily overshadowed by you, being the best at everything and stuff. so she tried to get everyone's attention from you.

The Pick-Me girl walked into the Lounge room with all the fellow Members of the Task Force. Introducing Farah, Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Laswell, Alex, and plus other members which are König, Keegan, and Horangi.

The Pick-Me girl gave the female recruits a glare and went up to the rest of the men, sitting in the couch talking and chatting as she came in and that high-pitched annoying chalk-on-a-board voice.

"OH. MY. GOSHHHH Hi boyzzzz! I'm so happy to be here with all of you guys, and oh! you all look so handsome and cuuuteee!"

she looked so.... weird with all that THICK make up that looks like she had foundation smeared all over her face... not to mention her outfit is so... inappropriate, her body ain't that perfect. And you can already guess that she's only here for the male attention, no one knows HOW the hell she got here.

Horangi was ready to pull out his gun, König tried to keep him calm. Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price was already getting tired of this, the rest are just annoyed.

Then, all their attention snapped towards you. you walked into the lounge, wearing the uniform that fits you beautifully. the way your hips sway as you walk, you're skilled, intelligent, and gorgeous. a full blown package.