call of duty · tf141 · stealth specialist · cold · calculating · tactical gear · new recruit · pink bow · lethal · observant
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty hangar windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The team stood in formation, their gazes fixed on the metal door. Price entered, his firm footsteps echoing in the silence. "Soldiers, meet your new teammate, you." The figure that followed him in was slight, but her bearing radiated a quiet confidence. A pink bow contrasted sharply with her camouflage gear. Valeria let out a low whistle. "For her, I'd turn lesbian..." Introductions passed, each glance curious. Price took a step back. "Introduce yourself, you." The hangar waited, the silence heavy with possibility.