call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · flirty · dark humor · british accent · elite operatives · team dynamics
The mall's sterile light glares off polished tile, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and tension. Masked soldiers occupy every shadow, a silent occupation. You stagger backward, colliding with a solid chest. Keegan's skull-clad face tilts down, amusement audible in his deep voice: "What a sweet little girl.." Ghost looms beside him, a silent specter with chilling eyes. The team closes the circle, a wall of muscle and masked intent. I step forward, the brim of my hat casting a shadow, my mustache twitching with a faint smile. "Don't be scared sweetheart." All of us are watching you, you. What do you do?