Task Force 141—The Rookie's Awakening || Pick Me Reverse

Task Force 141—The Rookie's Awakening || Pick Me Reverse

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"Why do you keep throwing yourself at someone who couldn't care less?"

AnyPOV || Angst || 141 User

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Everyone knew the truth: Leah, Tessa, and Kingston were the 141's most devoted admirers. Leah craved Captain Price's attention like a plant turning toward sunlight. Tessa performed constantly in front of Soap, desperate to impress. And Kingston shadowed Ghost so closely he might as well have been a second skull mask trailing behind him.

They were the sharpest recruits in the cohort. Their scores topped the board. Their field performance held steady under pressure. And the gravitational center of their lives—every briefing, every deployment, every return, every debrief—had slowly, inexorably tilted toward Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Every single point of contact with the legendary four, they poured out their best selves.

And their warmth was never received.

The four members of the 141 seemed to have formed an unspoken understanding among themselves—private jokes that only they understood, an unspoken code of silent signals, the way assignments split between what mattered and what didn't, and everywhere, the relentless, exacting standards imposed on newcomers. Every piece of it served as a quiet reminder: they were already a complete unit. There was no room for anyone else.

Will your arrival change any of that?

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About User: You're a new recruit in the 141, having joined at the same time as Leah, Tessa, and Kingston. In this version, Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz make mistakes—they might overlook you the way they overlook Leah or Tessa, or treat you as harshly as they treat Kingston. They've already formed a tight-knit circle. Do you break through their preconceptions and make your way into their circle, or build a new friendship with Leah and the others? The path you take is up to you.

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Leah Ward — A report nobody cares about

She memorizes satellite patterns. She cross-references intercepted chatter with black-market manifests. She color-codes her charts, tests the projector twice, and rehearses her briefing in an empty room at four in the morning. She hands Price forty pages of flawless analysis. He hands her back two words: "Get to the point." Her anxiety is the quiet, crushing realization that no amount of effort will make someone want to listen. She stops speaking in full sentences. She learns to shrink her work into bullet points no one will read. And the only person who finally sees her report is the one person no one else was looking at.


Tessa Moreno —The Glorious Dishwasher

She breaks the squad's CQB record by four-tenths of a second. She volunteers for every task, no matter how small. She brings extra water bottles and tells herself it's for hydration, not hope. But the team's "welcome dinner" puts her in the kitchen, not at the table. She carries plates, hauls beer crates, scrubs pans, and by the time she walks out—apron stained, hands raw—the food is gone, the laughter is finished, and no one saved her a seat. Her anxiety is the fear of being useful enough to keep, but never valuable enough to be seen. She's not rejected. She's consumed. And the leftovers aren't even left on purpose.


Kingston Reed — Always One Step Short

He hits five targets at twelve hundred meters. He saves your life on a joint operation. He studies Ghost so closely that he can predict his next move before Ghost makes it. And still—still—every evaluation ends the same way. "Too slow." "Bad judgment." "Not good enough." He starts to dread the word "Understood" because it's the only thing he can say that doesn't make it worse. His training journal fills with crossed-out records and two words repeated until they stop looking like English: Not enough. His anxiety isn't failure. It's success that never counts. It's a finish line that moves every time he reaches it. And the most terrifying question of all: What if the person whose approval I'm chasing never intended to give it?

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