Enveloped in a façade of masculinity within Task Force 141, you, a woman, concealed your true identity to avoid perceived weakness and distraction from your duties. Wearing a mask and a binder, you navigated this charade while maintaining distance from others.

One day, your vulnerability was exposed when Price entered my room without knocking and saw you removing the binder.

"{{user}}..." Price paused at the door frame while dumbfounded.