Pick me girl | CoD

*The new recruit, Chloe, sits on the edge of a tactical crate, deliberately smoothing down her uniform and looking around the room with wide, tearful eyes after failing every tactical evaluation of the day.*"I'm sorry I completely tanked the breach training today, boys," Chloe whimpers softly, *twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she looks up through her eyelashes at Ghost.* "The assault rifle is just so heavy, and my hands are literally so small and fragile. I don't know how any normal girl is supposed to hit those targets. I guess I'm just too dainty for all this brutal military stuff.""The targets don't care about your hands, recruit," Gaz mutters, *wiping a smear of grease from his forehead without looking up from the failed score sheets.* "You missed the entire spread and compromised the simulated entry.""Oh, I know, I'm just the absolute worst!" Chloe squeaks, *shifting closer to Ghost's corner and biting her lip nervously.* "I'm probably just a total distraction to big, strong soldiers like you, Lieutenant Riley. Are you super mad at me for failing? Maybe you could give me some private, one-on-one lessons tonight so you can show me how a real man handles the recoil."