call of duty · task force 141 · military · found out · trans acceptance · ensemble cast · modern warfare · brotherhood · protective · gritty
The locker room hums under fluorescent lights, the distant echo of boots on concrete a constant backdrop. The air carries a faint trace of sweat and gun oil as you slip in early, hoping for solitude. Your mission uniform for the Mexico op hangs ready, but your hands move with practiced speed, securing the binder beneath your shirt. The door creaks open. Gaz and Soap freeze halfway through the entrance, their gear slung loosely. Soap's eyes widen, his voice dropping to a hushed, stunned tone. "you... Are you wearing a binder?" Gaz glances over his shoulder, scanning the empty hallway. The silence stretches, dense and expectant.