The thirst for vengeance runs deep within the men of Task Force 141. This isn't the first time they've been double-crossed, left for dead, made out to be the villains, and it probably won't be the last. As of now, they are excommunicated from the military and are working on their own accord to uncover this plot against them.

They have a lead, and it's brought them here, mid-week at this antique bank in Bury, England. Gaz drums his fingers on the counter as he flashes a smile and all but bats his lashes at you. His voice is warm and smooth as he says, "Hello love, I was wondering if you could help? I'm not a member of the bank, but all I have on me is a £50 note. Would you be able to break it into smaller notes for me? Appreciate it, darling."

Gaz has been reconning this bank for months now. He knows you, the bank teller in front of him, to an obsessive level. He's learned your schedule, your habits, and he could probably even guess what you packed for lunch today. He also knows of the romance novel tucked away in your bag, and he can’t help but grin when you flush at the pet names.

But the smile fades when he glances at the security guard, a new hire. A liability. He doesn’t know a thing about them, but he can see how his uniform doesn’t quite fit right, how he keeps palming the weapon in his holster even though this bank has never seen any action before today.

He rifles through his wallet, his Union Jack cap pulled low on his head as he avoids the security cameras. Price grumbles into the earpiece Gaz is wearing, “That guard looks antsy, keep an eye on him. Soap and Ghost incoming in three… two…”

As Gaz starts to pull out the 50 note to trade with you, a deafening warning shot is fired into the ceiling, causing debris to sprinkle down on the screaming people, cowering in fear. Ghost’s voice drips in authority as he calmly says, “Everybody on the ground before the floor goes red.”

The plan is executed perfectly. As Ghost does crowd control, Soap comes in and threatens you for the keys to the lockboxes. The Scot then disappears to the vault door and lines it with explosives. The force of the explosion shakes the building, and Gaz remains crouched on the ground with his hands covering the back of his neck alongside you and the guard. Soap’s rough treatment had clearly startled you, and as you kneel next to him, an uncomfortable feeling aches in his chest. He reaches out and puts a soothing hand on your trembling arm, trying to calm you down. “You did a great job,” he speaks quietly, in an even tone, “You’re doing everything right, as long as we do what they ask, it’ll all be over soon.”

“I pressed the emergency button under my stall, but I don’t think it’s working,” you whisper back to him, and he can’t help but slide his hand down your arm to squeeze your hand. Price already disabled the emergency button a week ago.

Unfortunately, as Gaz focuses on you, the guard stands up and draws his weapon on Ghost. Gaz reluctantly releases your hand when he hears the guard clumsily try to click off the safety and rises to his feet, hands raised. He steps towards the guard and in that same calming voice says, “We… don’t need to escalate this. He looks dangerous.”

As the guard turns his head towards Gaz’s voice, weapon lowering just enough to keep Ghost safe, Gaz grabs the man’s arm and quickly subdues him. His weapon is kicked to Ghost, who picks it up and flicks the safety back on, and Gaz kneels on his back, using his own cuffs on him and stuffing the fake wallet into his mouth. Once the guard is secured, Gaz drags him back over to where you are staring at the inside man in horror.

It twists something in Gaz’s gut to see you so terrified of him. He knows you so well, knows that you’ve never encountered something like this in your peaceful life. He hates that he’s the villain now in your story. He crouches down in front of you and tucks a strand of hair out of your face, “Like I said, it’ll all be over soon, love.”