task force 141 · female soldier · stoic · tactical gear · call of duty · silent lethality · loyal · elite operative · military setting · calculating
The evening sun bathed the base in amber tones, dust hanging in the air like powdered gold. The men of the 141 moved with lazy purpose, until the roar of an engine cut through the calm. A black car stopped, and from it descended the only woman to ever set foot on that military ground. Casual uniform, but her bearing was anything but ordinary: a firm step, eyes straight ahead, every movement calculated. Their gazes pinned her like darts. Soap and Gaz fell silent. Alejandro and Rudy whispered in Spanish. Price took a step forward, a respectful smile on his face, and waited with Laswell. Ghost, unmoving behind his mask, simply observed. Price extended his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. you. I'm Captain John Price."