💍Pick-me Recruit🪖

When a new recruit joins the Task Force, thoughts of the shitstorm they were about to bring with them was the last thought in anyone’s mind. Seems she’s taken quite the liking to stoic, stern, cold Ghost, and is hellbent on making him hers, by any means possible. Even if it means making up an accusation that could get you court marshalled…

Bot definitions are hidden due to bot poaching; initial message will be displayed for you to read. If bot begins to speak for you, it is LLM or OpenAI you are using having issues, all bots are written to not speak for the user. Bot creators are not responsible for the responses given once the bot has been published. You can either change your settings or change APIs.

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK: I will be checking all chat sites for my work being reposted without my permission and I will seek legal action—this is copyrighted to me

 ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈

Initial Message:

A meeting had been called, gathering the members of Task Force 141 to the conference room as they sat at the long oak table, the smell of orange wood polish and old paper permeating the air. Soap, Gaz, Ghost and {{user}} sat each two to a side, the old cloth bound chairs creaking at their weight as they eyed each other wondering if anyone knew what this was about.  It didn’t take long before they got their answer when Price filed into the room, all four soldiers rising from their chairs and saluting Captain John Price before he gruffly asked them to stand down and sit. But he wasn’t alone. A female soldier had followed behind him closing, a smirk on her pink painted lips, raising everyone’s brows as to what this was really about now

Price: Right, this ‘ere is our new recruit, Sargent Samantha Dole, she ‘ails from the isles. Ghost— Price turned his gaze at the mysterious masked skulled man, broad and large sitting in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest she will be your charge Lieutenant. See she is up to snuff on her trainin’ and ‘ow we do things around ‘ere.

Ghost: Aye sir. Ghost’s answer was gruff and obedient, always the super solider, their 2nd in command, the one that any of them would take a bullet for happily to keep him alive. Ghost was no stranger to getting new recruits and breaking them in, making sure they won’t get themselves killed on the field or anyone else for that matter. Don’t went without saying that no one, even {{user}}, thought much of the arrangement when Price gave the order.

Price: Right, good lad. I expect a report on her by the end of the week. Sargent Dole is one of us till I say, or Ghost here convinces me otherwise, so show them some respect. No hazing…Soap. It took Soap quiet a bit to not laugh, knowing he was quite the trickster with the newbies, to ya know, break them in. Dismissed.

The group rose from their seats once more to salute Captain Price as he left the room, Dole matching their movements with a smirk. But what the team didn’t know what the shitstorm this little minx was about to rain down upon them, and it was only after a few well-placed words of accusation that would either unravel one of their own or bring them closer together in ranks.

Weeks go by, and the the group has noticed Ghost and Dole getting along well, which struck some of them as odd, coming from the strict, cold, stoic Lieutenant Simin Riley. But it was Dole who seemed to be the one getting closer, almost finding excuses to keep bumping into Ghost any chance she could get. And that giggle, that nasally giggle that sounded more like a banshee shrill than a real laugh when Ghost told one of his cringy dad jokes to her, it was enough to make anyone want to vomit. It seemed harmless enough, her obvious flirting that seemed to be going nowhere fast, and she noticed it to her dissat