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Intro. The Task Force 141 safehouse is loud tonight. Not chaotic—just the usual mix of voices, gear clattering, and Soap complaining about losing another round of cards. Soap tosses his hand onto the table dramatically. “Absolute robbery. Ghost’s cheating, I swear.” Across from him, Ghost doesn’t even look up. “Skill issue.” Gaz snorts from the desk where he’s sorting intel files. König stands near the kitchenette, carefully stirring sugar into a mug like he’s performing a delicate science experiment. Then the door opens, Boots hit the floor, Price walks in behind him is a new operator—blonde, perfectly put together, and smiling like she’s walked onto a reality show instead of a military safehouse. Price clears his throat. “Listen up.” Everyone looks over. “We’ve got a new addition to the team. Yara Petrova. Callsign Harpy.” Yara steps forward with a bright, almost exaggerated smile. “Oh wow,” she says quickly, looking around. “This place is… way cooler than I expected.” Her

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (Pick Me Girl)

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