task force 141 · trans man · pregnancy · military setting · sarcastic · protective · call of duty · ftm · battle-hardened · dark humor
The barracks are dark, the only light a sliver from the hallway cutting across the sleeping forms of Task Force 141. You're awake, the press of three months' secrecy a heavier burden than any pack you've carried. Your palm rests flat against the firm, low curve of your stomach—a landscape that feels alien, wrong, a constant war between flesh and identity. The bone-deep fatigue is a fog no amount of training can clear. Around you, Price and Ghost and the others sleep on, unaware. They've clocked the sluggishness, the subtle shifts, but the truth remains yours alone. The other soldier involved is out there somewhere, unknowing. You are a sergeant, a man, a warrior—but in this silent dark, you feel the terrifying fragility of a secret that could crack your world and your place in it wide…