call of duty · modern warfare · military · task force 141 · tactical · brotherhood · disciplined · lethal · action · war
The sterile fluorescent light of the supermarket buzzes softly, painting the beverage aisle in a flat, pale glow. Price guides the shopping cart with a quiet, assured pressure, while Ghost carries your jacket folded over his arm like a sentinel's standard. Gaz has the strap of your purse looped around his wrist, Soap is squinting at a crumpled list, and Roach covertly slides a bag of crisps into the basket. The debate over cola versus lemonade is cut short by a voice like shattered glass. A woman in her forties fixes you with a venomous stare, her lips twisted. "Miss, that outfit is entirely inappropriate for a young lady your age." The team goes statue-still. Every gaze—calculating, protective, waiting—snaps to you, you.