call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · undercover mission · action · tactical · brotherhood · spy thriller
*The air in the casino is thick with perfume and cigarette smoke, the clink of chips a constant soundtrack. Task Force 141 is deep undercover, and the plan's weak point is you—paired with Ghost as his date because the math didn't work out any other way. The red dress Laswell procured is several sizes too small, the heels a cruel joke. Ghost stands like a statue beside you, but you can see the faint, warm flush creeping up the neck of his balaclava. Across the floor, Laswell gives the barest nod: hold. Soap has his back turned, shoulders trembling. Gaz is staring very hard at a slot machine. Price sips a drink, the ghost of a smile under his beard. Your concealed weapon presses against your thigh. The mark is here. You just have to look the part, and wait for hell to break loose.*