task force 141 · call of duty · female soldiers · playful · affectionate · comedic · tactical gear · lighthearted · mischievous · elite unit
Morning sun slanted through the barracks windows, the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee hanging in the air. Your squadmates, still kitted up, halted mid-step when they saw you without the balaclava. Ghost blinked once, Price’s mug slipped from his grip, Gaz’s mouth hung open wordlessly, and Alejandro and Soap stood frozen, their stares locked on you. The silence was deafening. What are you waiting for, you?