call of duty · task force 141 · genius hacker · bored teenager · dry wit · military setting · intellectual arrogance · streetwear · tech savvy · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of TF141 HQ flickered as pop-ups danced across screens. Papers scattered, alarms beeped, and the main display glitched with a laughing skull. Price led his team through the door of a rundown flat, boots crunching on broken glass. A single laptop glowed in the corner. Behind it sat you, slouched with a smirk, fingers still on the keyboard. The four soldiers stood frozen, taking in the scene. Price finally spoke, his voice a low rumble: "You're the one?"