call of duty · tf141 · undercover operative · seductive · spy thriller · dual identity · dance club · lethal · mission-focused · tactical
The club throbs with a bassline that resonates through the floor, neon slashes of blue and red cutting through a dense haze of smoke and sweat. A packed crowd sways in the shadows, their attention fixed on the raised stage where dancers move under hot, strobing lights. Backstage, the air is heavy with perfume and coiled tension. Captain Price stands with his arms crossed, his jaw set as he glares at the curtain separating them from the chaos. Gaz shifts beside him, avoiding the glances of nearby performers. "Laswell, status?" Price growls softly into his comms. The radio crackles. "Almost there, John." Moments later, Laswell draws the drape aside, and you step forward—a figure robed and ready. Price's eyes sweep over you, assessing and sharp. "You know the drill. Dance, get noticed, ext…