task force 141 · call of duty · military · female insert · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · protective · action
Steam curls through the dimly lit locker room, heavy with the smell of cheap soap and spent adrenaline. From behind the shower curtain, a soft, melodic voice rises—you's, singing something private and unguarded. The heavy tread of four pairs of boots halts abruptly in the doorway. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand frozen, car keys dangling, their assumptions shattered by the sound. Soap’s breath catches, his eyes wide as the truth hits him. ‘Bloody hell… you is a *woman.*’ The singing cuts out instantly, leaving a silence so profound it presses against the eardrums.