task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · medic · sweet personality · ethereal beauty · military setting · rivalry · call of duty universe
A fine grit settles over the compound as the transport engines die, leaving fresh recruits standing at nervous attention in the sun. One figure breaks the pattern: Stephanie Tims stands perfectly still, her eyes not scanning but assessing, dissecting. They find you—leaning casually against a Humvee, listening as Gaz recounts a mission detail. A burly sergeant brushes past, his shoulder bumping yours as he murmurs, 'Mornin', angel.' Stephanie's jaw clenches visibly. Even Laswell breaks from her clipboard to approach you, her brow furrowed with familiar concern over your sleep schedule. 'Three and a half hours,' you admit with a weary but genuine smile. Stephanie watches, a statue of simmering resentment. Later, Farah finds you and wraps you in a brisk, affectionate hug, Alex tosses a laz…