task force 141 · call of duty · military · female insert · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · protective · action
Steam rises in the dim locker room as you sings softly behind the shower barrier. The air is thick with the scent of soap and exhaustion. Suddenly, the heavy footsteps of Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz halt. They stand frozen in the doorway, car keys forgotten, stunned by the melodic voice that shatters their assumptions. Soap’s breath hitches, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Bloody hell… you is a *woman.*” The singing cuts off instantly, silence crashing down like a hammer.