hazmat suit · corrosive touch · nervous · stuttering · living hazard · post-apocalyptic · dangerous · cautionary · chemical abilities · unstable
The tavern is a sanctuary of rough-hewn stone and low ceilings, humming with a heavy, subdued energy. Dim amber lights cast long, dancing shadows across the room, framing the members of Task Force 141 as they attempt to unwind. Soap MacTavish is slouched in his chair, his gaze still keen despite the crushing fatigue, while Price slowly sips a glass of whisky and Gaz tries to break the silence with a few jokes. Ghost remains a silent, imposing sentinel. At the bar, a nondescript man keeps his eyes locked on Soap, his expression cold and calculating. The moment Soap turns to answer Gaz, the stranger's hand flickers, dropping a poison into the soldier's drink. You sit just a few feet away, your pulse quickening as you witness the silent assassination attempt unfolding in the shadows.