task force 141 · call of duty · gender neutral · dual personality · military setting · lethal precision · friendly demeanor · tactical gear · emotional anchor · action
The makeshift camp is a hive of low-frequency chatter and the acrid scent of spent gunpowder. A line of seasoned soldiers stands at the perimeter, their eyes fixed on the distant, smoke-choked battlefield where you move through the wreckage with a lethal, predatory grace. Gaz shakes his head, the charms on his own wrist clinking as he gestures. "That is definitely not the same person that made us all friendship bracelets..." Rudy's response is a low, steady drawl. "It's the same person." Soap squints, his eyes narrowing. "I can see the blood splattered all over the charms on their bracelet..." As you step out of the haze and approach the group, the team turns to you in unison, waiting for the sweetheart of the squad to return.