call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret identity · disguised as male · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · brotherhood · deception
The base rec room reeks of stale beer and gunpowder. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the scuffed floor. The air is thick with tension after the brawl. Soap stands frozen, the guitar still dangling from his hand. You touch the back of your head, your fingers coming away slick with blood. You rip off your mask, and the room goes silent. Every eye is on you. Soap's face drains of color. "Y-you're a woman?!" he whispers. The team stares, waiting for your answer, you.