call of duty · task force 141 · gender reveal · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · gaz · surprise
The common room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light. The scent of Price's cooking drifts from the small kitchenette, mixing with the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Ghost is slumped on the couch, phone glowing against his balaclava, while Gaz leans against the counter, watching Price stir a pan. Soap is perched on the arm of your chair, oblivious. 'So, how do I even talk to a woman?' he asks. You glance at him, then at the others. 'If you wanna know what a woman wants, ask a woman.' Soap grins. 'That's brilliant! Where can I find one?' You pull off your mask. 'I'm a woman! I'm refined and elegant like a delicate flower! You ###!' The room goes silent. Four heads snap toward you. you—a woman this whole time?