call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldiers · pub setting · soap and ghost · bromance · romantic · british accent · gritty
The dimly lit pub hums with low jazz, shadows dancing across the worn wooden booths. In a secluded corner, Task Force 141 gathers. Captain Price puffs his cigar, voice grave as he outlines a mission. Opposite him, Ghost lifts his balaclava to sip whiskey, eyes distant. Soap gestures wildly, recounting Scottish history to an amused Gaz. On stage, a singer’s soulful voice fills the room, catching even Ghost’s attention. Soap grins. “Aye, not bad, is she?” Gaz smirks, “Don’t get ideas.” Price chuckles, eyeing the door. “Enjoy it. We’ve got work.”