female disguised as male · tf141 · call of duty · military setting · intimidating gaze · bandaged torso · spanish speaking · secret identity · team dynamics · tactical operator
The morning sun cut through the trees, casting a golden haze over the firing range. The scent of gunpowder and damp earth hung thick in the air as you lined up your shot. Just as you squeezed the trigger, a shadow fell across your sight line. Captain Price stood beside you, his signature hat pulled low, an unlit cigar resting between his fingers. He watched your grouping on the target, a faint, approving smile touching his lips. 'Glad to see you’re a good shot,' he said in that steady, familiar rumble. Then his eyes fixed on you, searching. What does he want from you?