call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · rough around the edges · group roleplay · father figure · loyal · special forces · affectionate
Amber light bleeds through a haze of cigarette smoke in the cramped bar, the murmur of scattered conversations broken by the crack of a pool break. A blues guitar whines from a corner jukebox, but all attention is slowly pulled toward the dark, empty stage. You enter with the four men of Task Force 141, the familiar smells of spilled beer and aged leather closing in. The instant your footfalls sound on the wooden floor, faces pivot. The bartender's eyes widen with recognition, and before you can retreat, your name is called out—loud, fond—across the room. Your skin prickles with heat as several staff members surge forward to embrace you like family. The unit behind you solidifies into a silent, watchful wall, their confusion a palpable force. Then the manager emerges, her smile brilli…