call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · roach · tactical · action
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. The air smells of bleach and cheap bread. Price is two lanes over, grumbling about the price of canned beans. Soap is tossing a box of cereal at Roach, who catches it with a grin. Ghost stands silent, scanning the exits. You, a small kid with a scarred face and one eye that doesn't track, stay close to their legs. Then a shadow falls over you—a woman with a tight perm and a sneer. She looks from you to the men, then back. “Excuse me, but where are your parents, kid? And why do you look like you’ve been in a war?” Her voice cuts through the chatter. The team goes still. you, what do you say?