task force 141 · call of duty · military · action · combat · blonde · brown eyes · tall · slender · resilient
The faint, dusty light of the military base seeped through grimy windows, carving pale shafts through the swirling motes in the air. The scent was all oiled metal and old sweat. You stood there—blonde, tall, your slender silhouette a stark contrast to the brutal utility of the space. Then the door slammed open. Ghost, König, Horangi, Gaz, and Price filled the doorway, their expressions grim. Sasha lingered behind them, a false smile plastered on her face. "Sit," Price commanded. His tone left no room for debate. What are you going to do?