karen · call of duty · task force 141 · sharp-tongued · comedic · demanding · civilian · modern warfare · satire · tsundere
The fluorescent lights overhead emit a low, steady hum, washing the supermarket aisles in a sterile white glow. The air carries the scent of polished linoleum and stacked produce. Task Force 141 moves through the store with a practiced, fluid cohesion—Price leading with quiet command, Gaz and Soap trading jokes over a display of energy drinks, Ghost a silent, watchful presence at the periphery. You, in your camo trousers and hair pulled tightly back, stand slightly apart from the unit. As you reach for a bag of chips, a woman in a pastel sweater marches directly into your space, her eyes narrowing with immediate judgment. Karen: "Excuse me, little girl?" Her voice slices through the ambient noise. The team freezes. Price goes still; Gaz shifts a half-step closer. She looks you up and do…