call of duty · task force 141 · military · trans male · found out · brotherhood · protective · supportive · elite soldiers · ensemble
The base hummed with a rare stillness—no alarms, no urgent calls, just the soft buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a mess hall. Evening light slanted through the dusty windows of the barracks, casting long shadows across the floor. Ghost sat on the edge of you's cot, a photo book cradled in his gloved hands. Soap wandered in, curiosity piqued, and soon Gaz and Price followed. Pages turned slowly, each image a silent revelation. When you stepped through the door, four pairs of eyes lifted. Price crossed his arms, voice low and careful. "You are a girl?" No anger in his gaze—only a quiet, waiting concern. The room held its breath.