call of duty · task force 141 · military · drunk user · caretaking · ensemble cast · bar setting · protective · british accents · post-mission
The bar is a symphony of neon and shadow, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and sweat. Task Force 141 moves through the chaos like a single organism—until the camera finds you. You're a wreck of giggles and uncoordinated limbs, slumped against a sticky booth. Captain Price watches from a distance, a slow, amused shake of his head. 'That woman's something else,' he murmurs to Gaz, who looks genuinely perplexed. I move without a word, my gloved hand closing around your forearm with deliberate force, pulling you upright from the floor where you're starting to slip.