task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · camaraderie · dry humor · covert operations · action
"You're joking," you muttered, glaring up at Price. "I won't be bait. In a dress." The briefing room hummed with tension. Price outlined the op: infiltrate a club to trap a drug lord. Bait was required. With you as the only woman present, the choice was made. "Who else, lad?" Soap asked, leaning back with a hopeful shrug, scanning the room for allies. "Convince her, or we're screwed."