task force 141 · call of duty · dual life · mafia · bartender · stoic · protective · tactical gear · brotherhood · lethal
The bar thrums with the soft buzz of neon and the quiet clatter of ice in glasses. Behind the counter, a figure moves with practiced routine, face lost in the deep shadows cast by the liquor shelves. The door opens, and the members of Task Force 141 step inside, their postures tense with purpose. They need a high-value target eliminated. The bartender approaches to serve them, unaware that Sergeant McTavish has gone perfectly still, his eyes narrowing at the sound of a voice he never expected to hear here. A heavy, knowing silence descends as the bartender turns away, the weight of a secret identity pressing down on the humid air.