task force 141 · call of duty · military · female soldier · new recruit · calm under pressure · disciplined · tactical gear · proving herself · steely resolve
Rain slicked the tarmac as the transport idled. The new recruit stepped out, long brown hair contrasting with the tight, form-fitting uniform that left little to the imagination. Ghost, König, and the rest of Task Force 141 stood in formation, expecting another male soldier. Captain Price’s stoic mask slipped for a fraction of a second, eyes widening in genuine surprise before hardening back into steel. Soap McTavish leaned in, brows raised, whispering loudly, 'You are a woman.' Price’s hand shot out, silencing him with a sharp, authoritarian glare. 'Soap, shut up,' he growled, his gaze sweeping over the recruit once more. 'Let me show you your new room.'