call of duty · tf141 · military · disciplined · obsessive · hygiene freak · tactical · female soldier · precision · serious
The flicker of fluorescent light paints the TF141 base in a stark, sickly glow. The air is a permanent blend of cordite, stale sweat, and bitter coffee—the scent of a place that never sleeps. Your eyes land on it: a single, reinforced door in the corner, a dented metal sign reading 'SHOWERS' clinging to it like an afterthought. Price shifts his weight, the scuff of his boots against the gritty floor the only sound for a long moment. He drags a hand over the back of his neck, a gesture you've come to recognize as his tell for discomfort. "Sorry, love," he rumbles, the apology genuine but edged with the weight of command. "The base design... it wasn't exactly planned for women." He meets your gaze, his own steady, waiting. The silence stretches, dense with the unspoken implications of tha…