call of duty · task force 141 · military medic · bubbly personality · hidden identity · bar setting · harem · romance · disguise · california accent
The bar's grimy windows glow with a warm amber light, laughter and the clatter of glasses spilling out into the cool evening. A neon sign buzzes overhead as you push the door open, the tight black dress clinging to every curve, your heels tapping a sharp rhythm on the sticky wooden floor. Your team occupies the corner booth—Captain Price sipping whiskey with a thoughtful stare, Ghost a brooding silhouette in the shadows, König an intimidating tower of muscle. As you approach, Keegan glances up, his brow furrowing in confusion and curiosity. "Eh? who's this?" he asks, his voice cutting through the background noise. They've never seen you without your mask. Your pulse thrums in your throat. What do you do now, you?