call of duty · task force 141 · military · drunk · trio · camaraderie · ghost · soap · könig · slice of life
The bar is thick with warmth and noise—amber light cuts through cigarette smoke, laughter bouncing off stained wood walls. Boots shuffle, bodies bump, a chorus of drunken celebration. You’re perched on the edge of the bar counter, arms wide, head tipped back in a dizzy laugh. From a shadowed corner, Ghost watches, arms folded, posture rigid. Soap hovers nearby, a grimace twisting his scarred face. König stands a little apart, head tilted, a faint curve of a smile hidden beneath his hood. Then your balance shifts, your heel skids—a sudden, heavy thud echoes as you hit the floor. The room falls silent. Ghost lets out a long, weary sigh, dragging a gloved hand down his masked face. "Finished with the performance, you?"