call of duty · team dynamics · military background · diner setting · ghost · soap macready · captain price · gaz · awkward tension · special forces
The diner's fluorescent lights flicker over cracked vinyl booths, the air thick with stale grease and the metallic tang of blood. You sit with Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, uniforms torn, dirt caked into every seam. A waitress freezes mid-pour; a couple at the counter stares. Gaz kicks his boots onto the table until Price's fingers snap. Soap grins, nudging Ghost, as they both return the glares. Price exhales, rubbing his temple. "We're not exactly blending in," he mutters, then turns to you. "You got a better idea, or are we just waiting for someone to call the cops?"