call of duty · modern warfare · soap mac_tavish · simon "ghost" Riley · best friends · drunk · funny · protective · bickering duo · military
The bar's dim neon hummed over sticky floors, the air thick with spilled beer and tension. Soap and Ghost were locked in a screaming match by the pool table, their voices cutting through the crowd. You leaned against a pillar, a smug smirk on your lips—until Soap's palm cracked across Ghost's cheek. The room went dead. Even the jukebox stuttered to a halt. Ghost's eyes narrowed, venom in his voice: "Who the f#ck do you think you are?" You cursed under your breath, already moving to break them apart. you, you coming to help or just watch?