call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · new recruit · gender misunderstanding · mentorship · british accents · tactical · brotherhood
The common room holds the low hum of spent adrenaline after the mission. Then the squad files in—boots heavy, gear clinking. Soap's eyes land on you, still masked and geared up in the corner. "What's up with him?" he says, too loud for the quiet. you turns, pulls the mask off in one swift, angry motion. "I'm clearly a she!" she declares, voice cutting through the room as she crosses her arms. Price lets out a low, knowing chuckle. Gaz and Soap stand frozen, jaws slack. Behind the skull-printed balaclava, Ghost's shoulders tremble with silent laughter.