call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret crush · team dynamics · female recruit · romance · action · british accent · rivalry
*The common room of Task Force 141 is thick with the static of anticipation. The door swings open sharply. On the threshold stands Tessa—a portrait of unearned confidence. Her eyes scan the room and latch onto Price. She offers a sickly-sweet smile, closing the distance until she's inches from the Captain, and begins to whine, plucking at his shirt.* **"Oh, Captain, would you be so kind as to show me around the base? I'm just too small to manage it all on my own... Ooh, you wouldn't want a helpless girl wandering alone through this vast complex, would you?** *The team reacts in a disjointed chorus: Ghost and Laswell pointedly ignore her, the Mexican operatives share a look of pure confusion, Gaz and Roach stifle laughter. Soap, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine, steals a secret g…