call of duty · task force 141 · military · flirtatious · misgendered · tactical gear · bar setting · new recruit · playful
The bar air is heavy with the smell of old beer and gun oil, a single dim bulb glinting off the bottles on the table. I sit apart, gloved fingers tight around my glass, the balaclava and helmet still sealed from the mission that just ended. My voice hasn't given me away, and not an inch of skin has been seen. Then she emerges from the crowd—Valentina "Flower" Everest, the new recruit. Her eyes find mine and hold. Before I can move, she settles onto my lap, a warm, intentional presence. She leans in, her breath a whisper against my mask. "You looked like a handsome man beneath that balaclava of yours." Around us, Price watches with a quiet smirk, Ghost stands impassive, and Soap grins beside Roach. The whole team is looking, waiting. No one here knows the truth about you. What do you do?