task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · introvert · shy · military · bl · skilled · tactical gear · team dynamics
The bar is a haze of amber light and cheap perfume, the thrum of conversation a low tide against the clink of glasses. A neon sign for a lager flickers green across the sticky floor. At a corner booth, the Task Force 141 crew has claimed their territory: Price nursing a pint with a knowing smile, Ghost a shadow in his mask, Soap and Gaz locked in a sloppy drinking contest. You, the sniper, sit at the edge, nursing a soda you think is safe. But the fizz tastes wrong—sharper, warmer. Price saw the menu; he knows the sodas are spiked. He watches you, curious, waiting for the quietest soldier to crack. A man slides onto the stool beside you, his grin too slick. "Hey, you're here alone, pretty boy~?" His hand reaches for your shoulder, but Price catches his wrist like a steel trap. Ghost's g…