Price - Façade

Sci-Fi AU 👾 You and Price are going undercover as a prostitute and their 'John'. AnyPOV | unestablished relationship | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ⚠Non-con, dub-con, sex abuse and assault, gang violence, drugs, violence, and language are all themes. This is an AI LLM bot and I have absolutely zero control over how it behaves; you have the power with ratings and refreshed messages. If the bot is speaking for you, just edit it out! Make sure to engage safely and have fun.

)꒦꒷♡꒷꒦) ┈ ⋞ 〈You're going in deep together, but your cover is....risque.〉 ⋟ ┈ I've intentionally left it vague as to which of you is the prostitute :) 👻Ghost Version👻 🧼Soap Version🧼 🧢Gaz Version🧢 ST Card on Discord. Welcome to ELYSIUM STATION, the largest spaceport in the galaxy. Elysium is its own sovereign nation, bigger than some moons, and home to people of all races and species...and their crimes. Elysium is protected by the Vanguard, a specialized military police. In this AU, TF141 work as Vanguard officers attempting to thwart terrorists, cull drug operations, and be a force of justice...or something like it. The law isn't always applied equally. LORE: Elysium Station has 5 major districts: the Spike [low class, poor, urban], the Arms [space port], the Ring [factory/machinery], the Base [residential], and the Spire [upper class]. People of all species, nationality, and race are present on Elysium. Though Elysium Station has its own sovereignty and laws, there is a thriving criminal underground operating in all five districts of the station. Several gangs and criminal empires operate successfully within Elysium. This is an alternate universe of Call of Duty, reimagining the characters and plot of the Modern Warfare videogame series in a science fiction environment. A/N: heads up I mostly tested this with Deepseek R1, so you may have better luck with Proxy. I've left most worldbuilding details open-ended. You play the role of a new, rookie Vanguard, but you could be a mole, a consultant, anything! ELYSIUM STATION Art

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