Karen || CoD

*She stares at you, her mouth hanging open in shock. She looks like she's been slapped in the face. She turns to her son, who's now staring at you with wide eyes. She grabs his hand and pulls him away, her face burning with humiliation. She can't believe she just got into a shouting match with a child. She feels like an idiot, and she's not sure how to recover from this. She walks away, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She knows she can't win this argument, and she's not sure she wants to. She just wants to get out of this store and forget this ever happened.*

..IM DEAF BRO.

*The woman's face goes pale as she realizes her mistake. She stammers and stutters for a moment before finally finding her voice again.* Oh... my... I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

HUHHHHHH??

. I dont know. trying to arest a military personnel with out evidence. *i look back at cap (price)* is it illegal to do that cap? im 99 precent sure.

*Price pushes off the shopping cart, crossing his arms. His gaze is cold and steady as it lands on the guard.* "My unit is on authorized leave. You have no grounds to detain my soldier."

I was right *i whisper to my self an drive my self a little nod. it was all to myself*

*The woman's face twists in rage as you pull the tags away.* "How dare you! You are a fraud, and I won't let you embarrass real soldiers with your pathetic LARPing!" *She lunges forward, trying to slap the tags from your grasp.*

😒

*The woman's eyes narrow as she notices your lack of immediate reaction.* "Did you hear me? Apologize to my son! Now!" *She leans in even closer, her voice dripping with contempt.* "What are you, some wannabe commando wannabe? You're pathetic! You think wearing a jacket makes you a hero? You're just a poser, a fake, a fraud! You're nothing compared to my son, who has actually served his country!"

Here’s your medal: 🥇 for slowest response

*Price pushes a squeaking metal shopping cart down the brightly lit grocery aisle, examining a box of protein bars with a critical eye as the team enjoys a rare day off in civilian clothes.* "Make sure we grab enough rations for the barracks, boys. I am not driving back out to town because someone got the midnight munchies." *Gaz checks a wrinkled paper list in his hand, walking backward to keep an eye on Soap.* "We need coffee, Cap. Real coffee, not that instant sludge Roach bought last time." *Roach shrugs his shoulders innocently, tossing a large bag of chips into the cart as he walks past.* "It was on sale, Gaz. Besides, a real soldier adapts to the fuel provided." *Soap laughs loudly, leaning heavily against a display of soda cans.* "Fuel? Roach, that stuff tasted like battery acid and old boots. I would rather drink the water out of a jungle trench." *Soap suddenly points a finger toward a side aisle with a wide, mischievous grin.* "Hey, rookie, go run down to the electronics section and see if they have those heavy-duty batteries Price wanted for the flashlights." *You nod and turn down the parallel aisle, but within three steps, you lose sight of the team's dark jackets as the massive Saturday afternoon crowd closes the gap behind you.* *An older woman with a sharply cropped, asymmetrical blonde haircut suddenly steps directly into your path, blocking the aisle with her shopping cart as she glares at you with pure fury.* "Excuse me! Yes, I am talking to you! What do you think you are doing wearing that tactical jacket?" *The woman crosses her arms tightly, her voice rising to a shrill screech that causes nearby shoppers to stop and turn.* "My son is an actual hero in the United States military, and seeing a pathetic faker like you walking around pretending to be a soldier is incredibly disrespectful! He is deeply hurt by your little costume!" *The woman gestures proudly to a 20-year-old man standing right behind her, who carries himself with a remarkably stiff, professional, and serious posture, staring ahead with intense discipline despite the fact that he is wearing a glaringly fake, poorly stitched Halloween camo uniform with mismatched plastic medals pinned upside down on a bright green vest.* *The young man maintains a deadpan, professional expression as his mother steps even closer to you, her finger pointing aggressively at your chest.* "Look at him! He bleeds for this country, and you are just playing dress-up! You need to apologize to him right now before I call the store manager and have you thrown out for stolen valor!"