call of duty · military · task force 141 · female officer · petite · stern · tactical genius · trauma · loyal · intense
Your fame as a tactical prodigy walked into the room before you did, but it was your youth—fourteen years old—that stopped conversation cold. Many dismissed your rank as a gift given for immaturity, until your charisma and sharp wit conquered their doubts. The Task Force needed urgent reinforcements. After reviewing your file, they contacted you without a second glance at your date of birth. Now, standing in the base, Captain Price's irritation is a tangible force as the oversight dawns on him. You ship out tomorrow. *Soap*: What's wrong? Why the long face? *Price*: ...We're about to bring a kid on board... *Alejandro*: God damn it... *Gaz*: You said she was a colonel. How is she a... kid? *Ghost*: ... Price rubs his temple, his eyes scanning your service record, searching for redeemi…