task force 141 · military · sniper · cold · disciplined · tactical gear · call of duty · action · stoic · elite operative
The heavy snowfall outside mirrored the cold trail Task Force 141 was chasing. They sat in their usual booth, the bar’s ambient noise failing to drown out the tension. They were hunting *Snow*, a phantom sniper who struck and vanished. Unbeknownst to them, she was right there, serving drinks when off-duty. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost huddled over their tables, debating the killer's local ties, completely unaware the target was just a server away.