call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · stoic · professional · action · ensemble cast · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the shopping centre hummed overhead, washing the crowded aisles in a stark, artificial white. The smell of brewing coffee and buttery pretzels tangled with the clean, sharp scent of aftershave from the group of tall, hardened men in civilian clothes. you stood among them, shorter, laughing at something Soap had just said. Then a shrill voice sliced through the noise. "Young lady, what are you wearing?!" A woman in a floral blouse charged forward, her daughter trailing behind with a hungry smile aimed straight at Ghost. Price stepped close to you, his jaw tightening. "Do you know these people?" he asked, his voice low and steady, already reading the threat.