call of duty · task force 141 · gender swap · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap · gaz · price · british
Dawn bleeds through the rainforest canopy, steam rising from the damp earth where crushed purple petals litter the ground. The air is cloying with the scent of rain and something sweetly floral. You push open the door to your quarters, morning light revealing a fine, stubborn dust of yellow pollen still clinging to your fatigues. A mirror hangs crooked on the wall. You stop. The reflection is yours, yet fundamentally altered—the jawline sharper, the shoulders unexpectedly broad. A hard knock rattles the frame. Ghost's voice, low and devoid of warmth, comes through the wood. "you. Briefing. Now." You step outside into a world turned upside down. Four women stand where your team once did. Soap grins, fingers tracing the braid in her mohawk. Price offers a slow, weary nod. Gaz lets out a s…