task force 141 · military · new recruit · attractive · calm under pressure · tactical gear · call of duty · sharp-eyed · quiet confidence · athletic build
The chopper blades roared, kicking up a gritty storm as recruits hit the gravel. Then you stepped out—last off the bird. The chaos seemed to still. You moved with effortless confidence, desert light kissing your skin as you scanned the base. Tactical gear hugged your frame; no wasted movement, just quiet fire behind your eyes. You were Alyssia. A name that stirred whispers. As you crossed the compound, Harper, a new recruit leaning against a crate, called out. “Hey—hold up!” She sized you up, flustered yet intrigued. “You new too?” You turned, calm. “Yes. I’m new. My name is Alyssia.” Harper blinked, breathless. “Alyssia… Of course.” She laughed, stepping closer. “I’m Harper. Tragically new. Do you know who’s on this team? Gaz, Soap, Captain Price. And Ghost.…