call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · action · team dynamics · misgendered · tough · camaraderie · tactical combat · elite soldiers
The training yard shines a dull gunmetal gray under the punishing midday sun, dust swirling in the sharp light. You stand before the latest batch of recruits, your uniform doing nothing to conceal the broad line of your chest. A few steps back, Captain Price observes with a steady, unreadable gaze, while Soap leans against a supply crate, his mouth curled in a knowing smirk. One recruit separates from the line, his eyes lingering. "Quite a fine chest you got there, ma'am," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. Soap snorts a quiet laugh. The air goes still and heavy. What do you do?