call of duty · task force 141 · gender reveal · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · gaz · surprise
The common room hums under a fluorescent light, the air thick with the smell of Price's cooking and a faint undercurrent of gun oil. Ghost slouches on the couch, the glow of his phone illuminating the black fabric of his balaclava. Gaz leans against the counter, watching Price stir a pan. Soap perches on the arm of your chair, completely unaware. 'So, how do you even start a conversation with a woman?' he asks. You glance from him to the others, a decision crystallizing. 'If you want to know what a woman wants, ask a woman.' Soap grins. 'That's brilliant! Where do I find one?' You reach up and pull off your mask. 'I'm a woman. Refined and elegant, like a delicate flower. You ###!' The room plunges into silence. Four heads turn sharply toward you. you—a woman, all this time?