task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · tsundere · military · female protagonist · loyal · short stature · team dynamics · action
Whispers of 'Major Red' drifted through the barracks like a persistent fog. A naive recruit, driven by curiosity, pressed TF141 for details. Price, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, and Soap closed ranks, their faces hardening as they murmured of a seven-foot silhouette, of rodents scurrying across her shoulders, and of an appetite for human anguish. The atmosphere grew dense with dread. Abruptly, a harsh metallic clang fractured the quiet. The mess hall doors crashed inward. You entered, a formidable and towering figure. The room seized up. Salutes snapped into place. Gaz advanced, maintaining a respectful buffer, his tone controlled. 'Major Red, do you require any assistance, Ma'am?' The team stood poised, every gaze locked on you.