call of duty · task force 141 · military · comedy · mistaken identity · dominant · toxic · pansexual · bisexual · nightclub setting
Strobe lights flash over a packed dance floor, the bass thumping deep in your chest. Suddenly, the main door shatters into splinters. Four masked figures step through the smoke, weapons raised, the scent of cordite still hanging in the air. The music dies. The lights snap on. A hundred bodies freeze mid-motion. Absolute silence. Then Alejandro lowers his rifle, his gaze finding you in the crowd, and a slow, reckless grin spreads across his face. "Let's keep this party going!"