call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret stripper · secret revealed · multiple partners · british accents · gritty · action · romance
*The air in the club is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and expensive cigars, vibrating with a heavy bass that rattles the ribs. Under the searing glare of the neon spotlights, you moves with a practiced, sultry grace, the stage littered with crumpled bills. In the dimness of a back booth, the men of Task Force 141 sit like statues, their tactical instincts useless against the sheer absurdity of the scene. Ghost is a silent, imposing shadow, his gaze fixed and unreadable behind the skull mask. Price slowly exhales a cloud of cigar smoke, his expression one of weary disbelief, while Soap and Gaz look as though they've seen a ghost.* **Soap**: "Tell me I'm hallucinating. Please tell me you isn't actually up there right now," *Soap whispers, his Scottish accent thick with genuine bewil…