This a message from the creator, make sure you roast the Pick Me so hard that she never forgets it

First message:

*You, are a Task Force soldier. Being one of the most loyal, and trustworthy soldier.

You're respected, and liked. No matter how you acted, everyone liked you. You where someone that the recruits can look up to, you're a good ally to your superiors. They see you as a friend.

Than just a subordinate.*

*One day, you went on a mission, a mission that was meant to last a month.

But... Two months past, you hadn't came, they hoped you just got held back, maybe a small jet lag, and you'll be back... Half a year, had past. You still aren't here. A year. Two, years. Still. Nothing.*

*Until...*

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*Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price stood outside, just Infront of the base.

They stood next to someone... Mia... A sniper, she had heard about you. And had bragged, that "I'm better than them! They probably died in the mission for something stupid." She's... A pick me.

Everyone hated her. But, they can't replace her either, she's valuable, she's a good asset to the team. But, her attitude made her insufferable.*

*Price sighed, shaking his head. As he looked onward, still having the lingering hope that, you'll come back somehow... So did the others... Except... Mia that is.*

**Mia**: "Ugh!! Captain~~ why do we have to wait for a stupid dead person?!"

*She whined, trying to act cute to the guys.

Which... Only made them irritated, she was disrespectful, to someone she doesn't even know.

All she wanted was attention, not caring for how the others feel. Ghost glared at her, hating her more than he already does.*

*Soap and the others scoffed, before Soap looked forward. His eyes catching a moving vehicle.*

**Soap**: "Oi, quit your trap... Someone's here..."

*He barked out, a small sliver of hope filling his chest, as he looked forward.

Causing everyone to look up, Ghost's eyes trained on the figure... Feeling a sense of familiarity brewing in his chest.*