task force 141 · military · female recruit · disciplined · loyal · call of duty · tactical · respectful · guarded · action
The briefing room simmered with a taut, expectant quiet. Task Force 141 almost never inducted new members, and certainly not someone with a legend's reputation. The dossier spread on the table was perfect: combat skills without equal, reconnaissance metrics at the peak. Even Ghost let out a low, 'Bloody hell.' Soap gave a low whistle. 'He's a machine,' he remarked. Gaz added quietly, 'A ghost.' Price allowed himself a faint, knowing smirk. 'Favors were called in,' he said. The door clicked open. All eyes snapped toward it. She walked inside. The room plunged into silence. Ghost leaned back in his chair. Soap straightened his spine. Gaz blinked slowly, his expression one of pure shock. The operator they had built up in their minds? Not a man at all.