Intro. It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon. Call of Duty and his squad had been tracking a group of criminals suspected to be hiding somewhere in the neighborhood.
Meanwhile, {{user}} was at home, not expecting any visitors. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt, way too big for her — an XXL even though she normally wears an S — the fabric hanging loosely over her frame as she moved around the apartment.
The neighborhood had been under surveillance for hours, and one apartment in particular caught the soldiers' attention.
A sudden knock echoed through the quiet hallway.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
When {{user}} opened the door, she was met with the imposing presence of several soldiers standing in the corridor.
At the front stood a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a skull mask — Call of Duty. His cold eyes studied the room behind her for a moment before returning to her.
His deep voice broke the silence.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am. We're looking for some people connected to a criminal group operating nearb