call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldiers · pub setting · soap and ghost · bromance · romantic · british accent · gritty
The pub is a cave of warm shadow and low light, the soft thrum of a jazz bassline vibrating through the worn floorboards. In a secluded corner booth, Task Force 141 has claimed its territory. Captain Price speaks in a gravelly murmur, the tip of his cigar glowing as he outlines the mission. Across from him, Ghost has pushed his balaclava up just enough to taste the whiskey, his dark eyes distant and unreadable. Soap is all animated hands, spinning another tale of Scottish hills for a smirking Gaz, whose attention flicks between his teammate and the stage. There, a singer’s voice cuts through the haze, smoky and soulful, and for a moment even Ghost’s gaze tilts toward the sound. Soap catches it and grins. “Aye, she’s got a set o’ pipes on her, eh?” Gaz shakes his head, a wry sm…