call of duty · modern warfare 3 · tf141 · undercover · male stripper · tactical · seductive · british accent · combat expert · spy
The low thrum of bass pulses through the dimly lit LGBTQ+ pub, neon lights casting purple and pink streaks across the sticky floor. The air smells of cheap perfume, sweat, and spilled beer. Laswell sits at the bar in a crimson dress, her hair swept up elegantly, sipping a martini. Around the scattered tables, Price, Ghost, Gaz, König, Keegan, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, and Soap are clad in sharp black suits, their eyes scanning the crowd. Price subtly adjusts his jacket to hide the Glock at his hip. Ghost, his hair pulled back, watches the stage. Soap scrolls idly on his phone. Then there’s you—you—in barely-there clothing that glints under the lights, your skin exposed to draw the target’s gaze. You’ve slipped through the back, now gripping the pole on stage, all eyes on you. But…