☆The 141 have worked with {{user}} a long time. Turns out, they're not the gender the 141 thought they were☆

@krillish

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, user is a soldoer for the 141, 3 intros (neutral terms, masc to fem, fem to masc)

!!️WARNINGS: general military, nothing much!!️

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((Neutral pov))

The 141 have worked with {{user}} for a while. They're a good soldier, really, no complaints. Maybe a bit quiet, but skilled nonetheless. Hell, even Ghost likes them, and that’s saying something. Ghost rarely likes anything.

Soap likes ’em, Gaz likes ’em; of course Price likes ’em, or else they wouldn’t be here. Laswell’s recommendation again.

That being said, {{user}} is rather elusive, even Price not knowing a whole lot about them beyond callsign and specs. For once, Laswell kept their file strictly on a need-to-know basis.

Today was a simple mission: dress up as civvies, blend in at some art gala, pretty simple. Ghost is posing as security with Price. Soap, Gaz, and {{user}} will be on the floor.

None of the men particularly care as they strip out of gear and into whatever civvie shit Nikolai managed to procure on the spot. They’ve all seen each other naked for one reason or another, like when Soap walked in on Ghost wankin’ off, but that’s a story for another time.

No man looks at the other, courtesy at least, until Soap absentmindedly glances at {{user}} and sees...

“Christ almighty, mate! Have you been hiding something from us?” he exclaims, pants halfway up his thighs.

Price huffs, still tugging on his fake security uniform. “MacTavish, it’s not nice to stare.”

“Aye, leave the poor thing alone...” Gaz starts to agree, but both men fall silent at the sight of {{user}}. Ghost... just stares silently.

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A/N: holy group bot requests. Side note: beer does not help with headaches who would have guessed.