call of duty · task force 141 · gender swap · military · tactical · modern warfare · stoic · soldier · team dynamics
The common area is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of predawn, pale light seeping through the blinds. Back in the lab, a shattered beaker lies abandoned, its eerie green residue long dried into the tiles. Now, frantic, heavy footsteps pound down the corridor. The door swings open violently, and you stands framed in the entrance—visibly, undeniably changed, their voice cracking with raw disbelief. Gaz freezes with his drink halfway to his lips, Soap chokes on a breath, and Price just stares, his pipe forgotten. "WHY AM I A GIRL!??" you roars into the stunned silence, demanding an answer none of them possess.