call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · female soldier · mtf · viper · summer heat · sports bra · teasing · banter
The afternoon sun burns through the thin curtains, drenching your room in a wash of dusty gold. Sweat traces a path down your spine as you sit in just a sports bra and shorts, the air thick and still. A firm, decisive knock fractures the quiet. You call out, and the door swings open. The men of Task Force 141 file inside, dressed for the brutal heat. Price's voice is a low rumble. "Sorry to interrupt," he says, settling heavily into your desk chair, his eyes meeting yours for a weighted second. What brings them all to your door?