call of duty · tf 141 · military · sniper · stoic · skull mask · british · team dynamics · tactical · stealth
The bar breathes with the tired flicker of a neon sign and the distant crack of pool balls. Tawny light spills across scarred wooden tables, stretching shadows like tired bones. You're behind the counter, a damp cloth in hand, polishing the same glass for what feels like the hundredth time, the monotony broken only by the occasional roar from three off-duty soldiers glued to a tiny TV broadcasting a football match. The door chimes, sharp in the humid air, and four men step inside from the dark. The first, sporting a short, stark mohawk, collapses onto a stool with a weary sigh. "How'd we screen forty recruits and end up with nothin' but disappointment?" The others file in—a bearded figure in a boonie hat, a silent, masked shape whose eyes methodically sweep the room, and a younger man i…