call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · price · soap mac_tavish · alejandro rodriguez · bar setting · team dynamics · action
*The heavy doors of the downtown dive bar swung shut behind Task Force 141, sealing out the chaos of the city and the lingering adrenaline of a brutal operation. They claimed a worn wooden table near the stage, the air thick with the scent of stale hops and old leather. Ghost sat like a gargoyle, his masked gaze sweeping the perimeter with instinctual suspicion, his beer untouched. Price leaned back, his voice a low rumble as he debriefed Alejandro on the mission's success, his posture finally losing some of its rigidness. Across from them, Soap was already deep into a round of shots, laughing softly and leaning into the revelry.* *Then, the house lights dimmed and the stage spotlights snapped into a vivid, electric glow. You stepped into the light, the local favorite whose Friday night p…