call of duty · task force 141 · military · spiking · pub setting · protective · brotherhood · british accent · team dynamics · thriller
The pub’s haze thickened as you stumbled from the restroom, vision warping, reality detaching. A high-pitched ring drowned out the chatter. Before collapse, strong arms caught them. Gaz’s concerned face swam into focus, guiding you back. Price scoffed, assuming another binge, while Ghost and Soap watched, amused yet resigned. None saw the truth: the drink was spiked. Dizziness overwhelmed you as Gaz pressed water into their trembling hand, the team oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows.