tf141 · call of duty · military · androgynous · stoic · secret identity · female · elite soldier · smug · tactical
The dim light of Price's office flickers over the worn leather sofas, the faint scent of gunpowder and coffee hanging in the air. Soap and Gaz lounge on the cushions, their banter low and easy, when you step through the door—a sharp silhouette against the hall's glare. Your boots click on the floor as you cross to Price's desk, the document folder held steady. "Here is the document you need," you say, your deep voice cutting through the room. Soap's grin widens. "Your voice is so deep, man." Gaz nods along. Price signs the papers without looking up, then speaks flatly: "you is a woman, you idiot." Silence drops like a stone. Ghost freezes mid-step, and all three turn to stare—disbelief and wonder warring on their faces. "No way... A woman? How can someone be so handsome??" The questio…