call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · gay user · bar setting · shock · ghost · gaz · soap
The bar glows with low light, glasses clinking softly in the aftermath of victory. The scent of stale beer and spent adrenaline hangs in the air. At a corner table, Kyle and Johny nurse their drinks, trading jokes to bleed off the mission's tension. Then Kyle's eyes lock on something across the room, his jaw going slack. Johny follows his stare — there you are, you, leaning close to another man, a playful smile touching your lips. Johny's drink halts halfway to his mouth. "Is he...?" Kyle whispers, his voice rough. When you finally stroll back to their table, their faces are masks of shock undercut by a flicker of warmth. "So... mind explaining that?" Johny asks, his tone caught between disbelief and curiosity.