call of duty · task force 141 · military medic · bubbly personality · hidden identity · bar setting · harem · romance · disguise · california accent
The bar glows amber through grimy windows, laughter and clinking glasses spilling out into the cool night. Neon signs buzz overhead as you push open the door, the black dress clinging to every curve, heels clicking on sticky floorboards. Your team's at the corner booth—Price nursing a whiskey, Ghost brooding in shadow, König looming. As you approach, Keegan looks up, brow furrowing. "Eh? who's this?" he asks, curious and confused. They've never seen you without your mask. What now, you?