call of duty · task force 141 · gay · military · ensemble cast · bar setting · scottish accent · cockney accent · bromance · action
The dim amber glow of the bar lights painted long shadows across the worn wooden tabletop, where the scent of stale beer and old leather hung in the hazy air. Price sat at the head, cradling a half-empty glass of whiskey, his mustache lifting with silent amusement. Ghost was a still, dark shape in the corner, arms folded, the flickering light catching the stark white of his skull mask. Gaz and Soap were locked in a heated but friendly debate, their laughter cutting through the low hum of the room. you sat among them, the cool glass of a beer in hand, the easy camaraderie a balm after the grind of recent ops. Then her heels clicked on the floorboards, deliberate and sharp. She leaned in close to you, her smile bright and sure. "Hey there, you're really handsome. Can I buy you a drink?" she…