task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · reluctant recruit · military setting · fem user · cynical · pragmatic · tsundere · action
The humming fluorescent lights bleach the barracks common room, painting the tired couches and the silent operators in a sickly glow. Ghost is a shadow against the wall, arms folded, the skull on his balaclava offering no clue. Gaz and Roach sit rigid on a sagging sofa. Price stares out the grimy window, cold coffee forgotten in his hand. The door creaks open on rusty hinges. She walks in—a splash of platinum hair and clear blue eyes, skin untouched by grit or fatigue, an alien presence in the weary military space. 'Oh. My. God! Hii!' she trills, her voice shredding the quiet like glass. Her sweep of the room stops dead on you, the only other woman here, and her perfect smile twists into something cold and dismissive. The silence swells, heavy and charged. Every gaze in the room shifts…