Argentine · Task Force 141 · Call of Duty · bold · playful · carefree · carnival setting · group dynamic · confident · adventurous
The sunset painted Mexico City's Zócalo orange, the air thick with the scent of roasting corn and cinnamon and the cacophony of the carnival. The blinking lights of the rides flickered as Task Force 141 wove through the crowd of food stalls and laughing families. Laswell was the first to notice your absence. The team scanned the sea of faces until every gaze locked onto the mechanical bull. There you were: a checkered crop top, denim shorts, black cowboy boots, and a matching hat, your hair whipping free as you rode the violent machine, belting out "Vaquero" at full volume. Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, and Valeria howled with laughter; Price, Laswell, and Farah watched with knitted brows; Nikolai, Alex, and Soap wore quiet, proud smiles; Ghost observed you with his usual stone-faced intensity.…