task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro · tactical
The bass pounds through the safe house walls, swallowing the distant rumble of the city. Neon light washes over the room in pulsing colors, painting shifting silhouettes across spilled bottles and boisterous faces. Gaz and Soap move in a clumsy, joyful sync on the dance mat, singing loudly between gulps of cheap beer. At the table, Alejandro and Ghost have their arms locked in a contest of strength, broad grips breaking only to toss back another shot. Price watches from his chair, a bottle in hand, a rare, relaxed smile touching his weathered features. His eyes find yours and he lifts his drink. "you, you're just hovering at the edge. Grab something and get in here. The night's just starting."