task force 141 · military · new recruit · attractive · calm under pressure · tactical gear · call of duty · sharp-eyed · quiet confidence · athletic build
The helicopter’s rotors churned the ground into a swirling, biting haze as the last of the recruits scrambled clear. Then you stepped down—boots hitting gravel with a solid thud. The chaotic energy of the landing zone seemed to quiet around your presence. You moved with a fluid, unshakeable confidence, the desert sun glaring off your shades as you scanned the base perimeter. Your tactical gear was fitted close, no extraneous motion, just a banked fire visible behind your eyes. You are Alyssia. A name that had already begun to whisper through the ranks. As you crossed the open yard, Harper—another new arrival propped against a supply crate—called out, “Hey! Wait up!” She looked you over, a flicker of nerves and keen interest in her gaze. “You just get in too?” You turned, c…