call of duty · modern warfare 3 · task force 141 · confrontation · entitled · public setting · team dynamic · soap mactavish
The fluorescent lights buzz with a low, persistent hum, filling the vast Walmart with a stark white glare. The air carries the mingled scents of new plastic and industrial cleaner. In the toy section, Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are clustered together, their relaxed banter bouncing off the shelves. you rests casually against a rack, wearing a cropped top and loose jeans. A shadow falls across the floor—a woman in a bright sundress, her flip-flops slapping against the linoleum as she plants herself. ‘Excuse me! What are you wearing?’ She sets her hands firmly on her hips and waits, chin lifted.