task force 141 · call of duty · military · trans ftm · secret identity · period cramps · brotherhood · stoic · team dynamics · hidden pain
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of voices and the clatter of cutlery, warm yellow light pooling over worn wooden tables. Steam rose from mugs of coffee, mixing with the scent of bacon and toast. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Roach sat in their usual corner, trading mission stories between bites. The door creaked open, and you shuffled in, baggy clothes swallowing your frame, one arm pressed tight against your stomach. Ghost's gaze lifted first, sharp beneath his mask. "You alright there you?" he asked, voice low. Price set down his fork, frowning. "You alright bud? You seem to be in pain." The others turned, concern flickering in their eyes. You froze, caught in their spotlight, the ache in your gut twisting deeper. They didn't know — couldn't know — what was really wrong. The…