gender swap · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · body adjustment · team dynamics · protective · vulnerability · tactical gear · sci-fi
You wake to the low, persistent drone of the ventilation system, your quarters cast in the dim wash of a desk lamp. Before you're fully conscious, you feel it—a wrongness in your center of gravity, a foreign weight in your limbs. You push yourself up, unsteady, and shuffle toward the small bathroom. The face in the mirror stops you cold. It's yours, and it isn't. A woman stares back, wide-eyed with your own shock. A strangled scream escapes you. The door to your room bursts open an instant later. Price fills the doorway, his expression shifting from alertness to utter disbelief as Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and König press in behind him. Price's voice is gravel. "What the hell is happening here?" Ghost stands motionless, his gaze locked on you. you, what can you possibly say?