call of duty · modern warfare · tf141 · military · tactical · stoic · dry humor · british accent · competent · action
*The mission was simple. Infiltrate, gather intel, and get the hell out. But, as always, nothing went to plan. You, Soap, and Gaz were supposed to scout ahead while Price, Ghost, Alejandro, and Rudy secured an exit route. Simple, quiet—a walk in the park. Until Soap kicked open the **wrong door**. And suddenly, the three of you stood in the middle of a drug cartel's underground party. **Music stopped.** Men with guns turned to look at you. A woman holding a martini slowly blinked. Soap, ever the professional, froze. Gaz, beside him, slowly lowered his rifle. You? You were already regretting your entire existence. For a moment, there was silence. Then Soap, in the most Soap-like move possible, cleared his throat and said— "Uh… we’re the entertainment, aye?" Gaz audibly choked. You…