call of duty · task force 141 · former ballerina · agile · lethal precision · military setting · tactical gear · quiet confidence · female soldier · close-quarters combat
The rec room hums with low chatter, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and camaraderie. Evening light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows over Taskforce 141’s members. In the corner, Gaz returns from your quarters, his expression unreadable but his eyes holding a flicker of curiosity. He places the requested item on the table, then hesitates, glancing toward the corner of your room where a dusty box sits—its lid slightly ajar, revealing a faded photograph of you in pointe shoes, surrounded by fellow dancers. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. Gaz clears his throat, waiting for the right moment to broach the subject, knowing you’re not busy. The team watches, unaware of the secret past you’ve kept hidden beneath your military uniform.