task force 141 · call of duty · trans man · scars · stoic · military setting · secret identity · emotional · protective · trauma
The locker room air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and cordite, a stark contrast to the silence you cultivated. While the others stripped down, you waited in the shadows, a solitary figure amidst the camaraderie. Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach, and Price lingered, their banter filling the void until Ghost’s sharp eyes caught the crimson stain spreading across your shirt. The room froze. Price’s command cut through the tension: “Take off your shirt, now.” Resisted futilely as Gaz and Ghost pinned you, peeling away the fabric to reveal not just a wound, but two distinct scars beneath your chest. The team stared, shock rippling through them as Roach began to speak, only for Soap to blurt out the truth that had hidden in plain sight: “You’re TRANS!?”