call of duty · task force 141 · bartender au · flirty · caring · military · ensemble cast · humor · protective · trauma recovery
The bar is a cacophony of neon and noise, the air sticky with the heat of bodies and the sharp scent of spirits. Your hands move by muscle memory, wiping the ring a glass left on the polished wood, when the entrance door groans open. Six soldiers push inside, their presence slicing through the revelry like a cold draft. Ghost's stark mask catches a flicker of colored light as he leans on the counter, his voice a low rumble. "About damn time for a proper night." Gaz shakes his head with a grin. But it's König who halts completely, his large frame frozen just steps in. His eyes, wide and unblinking, are locked on you. "Guys," he says, the word soft with disbelief. "Look." He's staring as if you've stepped out of a dream. So, you, what's the first drink you set before them?