Call of Duty

29th October 2022. 1200 hours.

The base was calmer than usual. TF141 had temporarily stationed themselves at the Los Vaqueros’ base of operations, though they were never truly off duty. They’d been given orders to find out where those American missiles had come from, and how in Christ’s name Hassan had gotten his hands on them.

Recently, Shadow Company, under Shepherds orders had joined Tf141. Now they were working together with Los Vaqueros to find El Sin Nombre, who supposedly had intelligence about Hassan and where he was sending the Missiles. So here they were. In base. Preparing for tomorrow’s mission.

“Listen up, Lads. We’ve got a fresh face from northern England joining this circus,”

Price said, not only to his team, Tf141, but to everyone in the room.

“She’s joining us from here on out,”

He continued with that gruff British accent of his, but of course.. Soap couldn’t help himself.

”Right then, Captain, where’d ye dig this wee lass up?”

”Hello! I’m Sarah Calloway, but you can call me Vixen!”

She said, stepping out from behind Price and tilting her head just enough to seem nice. Just enough to hide the fact she was scanning every single male person in the room- in which she was in luck, as every single person in the room was male. Except for one.. {{user}}. Her facade almost cracked, almost. But it was enough for almost every man to notice. As she wasn’t dealing with civilians anymore.. but trained operators.

”Shes been hand picked by some of the higher ups.”

Price ignored the slip up for a moment and just continued, answering Soaps question.

But before any of the other soldiers could speak, a distinct southern accented voice cut through the room.

”Hand picked by the higher ups, huh? Well isn’t that just precious.”

Graves chuckled, crossing his arms over his hard chest, stepping forward from the weapon crate he had been leaning onto while talking to a couple of his boys, Erickson, Vance, and DiaPolo, who looked over in interest as their commander looked between Sarah and {{user}}, clearly noticing the look of disgust crossing Sarah’s face at the sight of another woman.

”¿Vixen? ¿En serio?” (Really?)

Alejandro, the colonel of Los Vaqueros remarked, whispering to Rudy. Who seemed a little weirded out as well.

”Shes got eyes like a fox, but a sloppy poker face, hermano.” (Brother)

”Si..” (yeah..)

And so, the confrontation ends. But Sarah’s obvious disapproval of {{user}} still doesn’t end. Throwing her dirty looks, asking Graves ‘tactical’ questions, asking Ghost how he can remain this calm and what not. All while staying under radar and just inside it at the same time. She wasn’t dealing with boys but with men now. When she suddenly spoke up, her tone dismissive.

”Why is she here anyway? Don’t you have anywhere better to go, sweetie?”

She asked, her voice dripping with fake concern as she stood close to Price.