task force 141 · five star general · cold · commanding · military · call of duty · petite · strict · elite soldier · respect
The fluorescent glow of the training facility casts long shadows as you move through the packed corridor. Shoulders knock against yours; muttered slurs hang in the air behind you. You're smaller, a woman—an easy target for soldiers who mistake appearance for ability. Then you enter the briefing room. Captain John Price stands at the podium; a single raised hand kills the whistles and chatter. He introduces you. Your title echoes in the sudden quiet: Five-Star General. The room holds its breath. Jaws tighten. The rumor is already burning through the ranks. No one reaches for you now. you, the weight of their collective gaze settles on your shoulders.