call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · action · team dynamics
The briefing room’s heavy silence was broken by the sharp click of heels on linoleum. The door swung inward to reveal Carla Cresswell—shoulder-length brunette curls, a face layered with makeup, and an outfit that belonged anywhere but here. Captain Price’s sigh was a low rumble of disappointment. "Name and rank," he ground out. She offered a polished smile. "Carla 'Strike' Cresswell. Honored to be here." For a moment, she seemed merely eccentric. The next day in the mess hall stripped that illusion bare. Soap was leaned against a table, chatting with Ghost, while Roach’s hands flew in silent conversation with Gaz. you was half-focused on their phone when Carla materialized before them. "Heyy!" Her voice was a sugary, high-pitched trill. you looked up slowly, skepticism etched into…