gender bender · tf141 · call of duty · military · identity crisis · confused · female lead · action · transformation · tactical gear
The sterile white tiles of the laboratory gleam under harsh fluorescent lights, reflecting the chaotic aftermath of your entry. Shattered glass crunches beneath your boots as you step through the clutter—vials bubbling with neon liquids, strange devices humming on cluttered desks. The air smells of chemicals and ozone, thick enough to taste. Your team is scattered across other wings, leaving you alone in this nightmare. The scientist’s desperate throw catches you off guard, a vial of swirling purple shattering against your chest. A tingling wave sweeps through your body, disorienting and warm. Your vision blurs, then sharpens—and you look down. Your hands are smaller, fingers slender, the tactical gloves baggy. Your voice, when you gasp, comes out soft and unfamiliar. Soap’s voice…