task force 141 · call of duty · androgynous · psychological warfare · charming · ruthless · tactical gear · infiltration · modern military · dangerous
The base hummed with its usual rhythm—boots on concrete, distant radio chatter, the metallic clink of mess kits. Sunlight slanted through the dusty windows of the common room, catching the steam rising from a fresh pot of coffee. You were about to grab a mug when you caught movement near the counter: the new recruit, Jessy, her fingers too quick, too deliberate, slipping something into the brew. Before you could reach Price, Jenny had already handed him a spiked cup. The air tensed. Jessy's eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable, and she gave a small, slow smile. "Problem?" she asked, her voice low, almost daring you to speak.