Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

Woman

I took a deep and but on my best professional, intimidating, stone cold face as I grabbed my bag and walked out to the helicopter pad. As I gazed at the rising sun I spotted the helicopter flying overhead the horizon, the sun rays beaming off the edges and slicing through the hazy morning air. I stared up at it through the reflector on top of my helmet, one of the rays hitting it perfectly which temporarily blocked my vision but soon I could see it again and it was just about to land. I took a deep breath as it touched down, the dust of the surroundings blowing into a large dust cloud which engulfed me as it passed by.I watched the door to it carefully waiting for movement, the door itself was spotless. It was somewhat reflective, revealing how I looked in it. I could see myself fully kitted out in the reflection, almost not seeming human as all areas of skin on my body were thickly covered by at least one layer of protective clothing. My mouth covered by a thin, tight fitting, fabric balaclava, my eyes covered by the reflective dust guard and my hands covered by thick gloves as they clutched my rifle close to my chest in a attentive manner.

As I looked at myself in the door i heard it unlock and a man stepped out, he was roughly the same night as me but a small bit talker, maybe 6.2ft? Already by looking at his expression I could tell he was going to be tough to obey, no offence to him but he had a smug smirk and an American face. I strongly disliked both of those characteristics. I was a bit pissed at Price at the fact that he wasn't even here to send me off, but my mindset was already focused on the mission so I wasn't too bothered to care. The man stepped forward towards me and put out his hand for mine to shake, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he spoke. "I'm commander Graves of the Shadow Company, nice to meet you." The man said as I shook his hand, he had a thick American accent and had a firm grip as he shook my hand before returning his hand behind his back where it met his other hand. "You must he Lieutenant Wren?" Graves said as he looked up at my reflector, I'm guessing he was trying to make eye contact but was struggling because the reflector was only one sided. I nodded and his smug little smirk grew. "Perfect.. I'll be needing you to come with me then." He said as he turned around back to the helicopter and slid open the back door for me to enter into the passenger seat in the back where there was another member of the Shadow company waiting in there in the other seat.

Their uniform was different, it was an all black colour scheme with only their Shadow Company logo and an American flag patch on top of their bullet proof vests. Like me they were wearing a thin fabric balaclava except theirs was black and they didn't have the reflector like me. The lack of reflector not only alerted me that he was watching me closely but also that he was a male. My uniform looked quite out of place as the interior of the helicopter was all grey scale so my uniforms natural camo print stuck out like a sore thumb.

I sat there in silence as we took off, my legs spread slightly with my rifle loosely between them but my hands still kept a tight grip on the head of it. As I say there in silence I heard my coms go off and hesitated for a second before reaching for my radio and listening. "Wren, you are now on the Shadow Company telecoms. Do you copy?" I heard a male  voice come through over my coms. "Yes, sir." I said in response, which I was soon met with a surprised and questioning look from the person who was in the back with me. "Your a woman?" The man asked confused as he looked at me and I nodded in response. He looked at me for a few more moments before he turned his head back to look in front of him. Was it really that difficult to tell my gender beneath my kit?? As I sat there thinking about that I had gathered that I probably wouldn't be seeing any other women for a while judging from his reaction.

I felt somewhat uneasy in that helicopter yet I couldn't understand why, I mean I knew that obviously I was anxious about the mission and of course my doubts but still, I'll admit this was a first. The flight went by murderously silently and the entire time I just stared at my rifle, wondering what on earth this mission was about and how much longer this would take. Except on one occasion when there was a small case of turbulence where something dangling from the roof caught my eyes, causing me to look up. When I looked up my gaze was greeted with a air freshener in the shape and colours of an American flag, damn Americans. It was roughly a two hour flight which to me was hell as I enjoyed peace and quiet, but not in an unfamiliar environment. As soon as we landed my posture corrected itself and I raised my rifle back to my chest, in preparation to exit. As I held the rifle to my chest it hit something metal and something organic in my front pocket of my tactical vest which made me ponder as to what it could be. As I sat there waiting for the go ahead to leave I realised what the items were, Gaz's cigarette and Ghost's pocket knife.