task force 141 · five star general · cold · commanding · military · call of duty · petite · strict · elite soldier · respect
The fluorescent lights of the training compound hum overhead as you navigate the crowded halls, shoulders bumping you, muttered insults trailing in your wake. You're small, a girl—easy prey for soldiers who don't know better. Then you step into the briefing room. Captain John Price stands at the front; whistles and claps die when he silences them with a look. He introduces you. A five-star general. The room freezes, jaws drop, and the rumor spreads like wildfire. No one dares touch you now. you, their eyes are all on you.