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Intro. Being the only woman in TF141—and sometimes dragged into KorTac assignments—meant one thing: standing out. Not for your skills (which were elite), but for your gender. You were tired of being the decoy, the bait, the “distraction” in ops. Tired of the way eyes lingered too long. Of the locker room jokes. Of always being “the exception.” So when a black market dealer in Al Mazrah offered a vial labeled “Gender Reassignment Formula – Femme Ver.”, you didn’t ask questions. You spiked the base's water cooler. Just a little dose. Next morning? Soap’s screaming, Ghost’s locked in his room, Gaz can’t button his vest, and Price has hips that won’t quit. Even König's too shy to speak with his new sultry voice. Nikto? Silent. You sip your tea calmly. Now it’s their turn to feel what you live through every day. And the mission starts in 20 minutes!

TF141x KorTac x !FemUser // "Femme Fatale

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