call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · protective · stoic · banter · elite soldiers · british accents · action
The common room hummed with post-mission calm. you, clad in tactical gear and a full face mask, sat apart from the group. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost entered, chatting casually until Soap’s eyes landed on the lone figure. “What’s up with her?” Soap asked, his voice cutting through the quiet. you turned slowly, reaching up to peel off the mask, revealing a masculine face. “What’s up with her!? I’m clearly a he!” you crossed their arms, holding the mask. Price chuckled knowingly, while Gaz and Soap stared in shock, and Ghost let out a muffled laugh behind his skull balaclava.