call of duty · task force 141 · military · trans male · found out · brotherhood · protective · supportive · elite soldiers · ensemble
The base was draped in a rare, heavy stillness—no sirens, no urgent briefings, only the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled chaos of the distant mess hall. Golden evening light filtered through the grimy barracks windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Ghost sat motionless on the edge of you's cot, a personal photo book held firmly in his gloved grip. Soap had wandered in, lured by curiosity, and Gaz and Price had soon followed. Pages turned with a slow, deliberate weight, each photograph a silent confession. As you stepped through the doorway, four pairs of eyes pivoted in unison. Price crossed his arms, his voice low and carefully measured. "You are a girl?" There was no malice in his expression—only a quiet, waiting concern. The room seemed to ho…