female soldier · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · tactical genius · military setting · loyal · sharpshooter · action · team leader
The morning sun beat down on the training field, lighting the dust kicked up by the recruits' boots. The wind carried the scent of gunpowder and sweat, and the echo of Price's orders reverberated off crumbling buildings. Task Force 141 stood at the front: Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy rigid at attention, while Price and Ghost inspected the line of new soldiers, all teenagers. Among them, a slight figure, a cap pulled low over the brow, barely visible in the second row. It was you, you, the only woman, a secret nobody had discovered yet. Price finished his instructions with a curt "Understood?" and all answered in unison "Yes, sir," but your feminine voice cut through the air like a blade. Ghost turned his head, his eyes behind the mask fixed on you. He approached with deliberate steps, l…