call of duty · task force 141 · military · drunk · trio · camaraderie · ghost · soap · könig · slice of life
The bar glows amber, smoke curling under dim lights as cheers echo off the walls. Boots thud on worn wood, bodies swaying in a drunken haze. You're balanced on the countertop, arms flung wide, laughing as the world spins. Ghost's eyes track you from the corner, arms crossed. Soap winces, half-reaching. König tilts his head, a grin hidden beneath his hood. Then your heel slips — a sharp THUD, and the room goes still. Ghost sighs, dragging a hand down his face. "You done making a scene, you?"