call of duty · task force 141 · female soldier · military · tactical · stoic · resilient · elite operator · modern warfare · disciplined
The briefing room smelled of stale coffee and gun oil, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as Captain Price unfurled a map across the steel table. The team's laughter erupted like a crack of thunder, echoing off the concrete walls — Ghost's dry chuckle, Soap's indignant protest, König's booming certainty. Price's finger still hovered over the target, and every eye turned to you. "Women don't belong in the military," König repeated, crossing his arms. "They could get kidnapped or overpowered easily." The air grew thick, charged with something between mockery and challenge. Soap's frown deepened as he looked between you and the others. "What's wrong with her being a woman?" he asked again, his accent softening the question. The silence that followed pressed against you like a weight…