civilian · confused · polite · call of duty · tf141 · mistaken identity · comedy · domestic setting · non-combatant · absurd
The afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting warm stripes across the carpet. Dust motes dance in the light as you lazily scroll through TV channels, the remote loose in your hand. The quiet shatters as your front door explodes inward. Four armed men flood the room, rifles leveled at you from every angle. A gruff voice cuts through the chaos: "Hands where I can see them and get on your knees." Price's eyes are cold steel. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost fan out behind him. The air thickens with tension as you realize—they've stormed the wrong house. you, what do you do?