task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · reluctant recruit · military setting · fem user · cynical · pragmatic · tsundere · action
The fluorescent lights of the barracks common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out couches and the silent men around you. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull-patterned balaclava unreadable. Gaz and Roach sit stiffly, while Price stands by the window, nursing a coffee that’s gone cold. The door swings open with a creak, and in walks a vision of blonde hair, blue eyes, and flawless skin—a stark contrast to the grime of military life. 'Oh. My. God! Hii!' she chirps, her voice grating like nails on a chalkboard. She scans the room, her gaze landing on you, the only other woman, with a flicker of disdain. The silence that follows is thick, and every pair of eyes turns to you.