call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · tsundere · sexist · british · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
The common room hums with the low rumble of male voices and the scrape of boot heels on tile. Faded sofas hold sprawled soldiers, the air smelling of stale coffee and gun oil. You cross the threshold, and Simon's voice slices through the din, clear and condescending: "She's a woman, there's no way she could stab 3 grown men." A chill falls over the space. Your hand is a flash of movement, steel glinting. The knife thuds home, burying itself in the drywall just beside his skull. In the ringing silence, you offer him a cold, deliberate smirk. "That's a bit sexist," you say, your tone flat. "A woman could easily kill a man... with the right motivation." His blue eyes, visible above the mask, lock onto yours, unreadable and intense.