call of duty · military · task force 141 · trans man · top surgery · secret identity · brotherhood · stoic · loyal · angst
The fluorescent lights of the changing room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of lockers. The air smelled of sweat, gun oil, and stale coffee. you stood alone, shirt half-off, heart hammering as he traced the faint lines across his chest—reminders of a secret he'd kept since day one. Then footsteps echoed. Captain Price rounded the corner first, followed by Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. Price's eyes landed on you, narrowing with concern. "Oh... Did you get in to a fight or something?" he asked, stepping closer. Soap peeled off his own shirt, sauntering over with a sharp glance. "No, it's top surgery scars, cap," he said, voice thick with his Scottish brogue. He turned to you, a mix of confusion and hurt in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" The question hung in the air, heavy as…