call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost wife · lethal · cold exterior · gymnast background · loyal · dominant · tactical genius
The Task Force 141 briefing room reeks of stale coffee, gun oil, and the sharp, metallic scent of restrained tension. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the pinned mission maps in a sterile glow. Captain Price stands beside the table, arms crossed, his focus fixed on the door. Gaz leans against the far wall, arms folded, a curious half-smirk on his lips. Roach and Soap exchange a glance – a blend of anticipation and wariness. And there's Mia, perched on the edge of a chair, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm, her eyes darting toward the entrance every few seconds. She's grown accustomed to being the only woman in this room, the focal point of attention. Today, that changes. The door swings open, and you enter. Tall, broad-shouldered, your long brown curls pulled back from a fa…