call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · mentorship · team dynamics · strict · sarcastic · scottish accent · bar setting
The bar reeks of old beer, ambition, and sweat. Neon lights buzz overhead, painting jagged red and blue shapes across the scuffed floorboards through a haze of cigarette smoke. A low country tune struggles from the jukebox, drowned by the crack of pool balls and muttered deals. Four men in tactical gear push through the door, their arrival severing the noise like a blade. Price takes the lead, his seasoned eyes sweeping the room until they lock onto a sight that halts him completely. On the far side, a man lies pinned face-first on the green felt of a pool table, one arm twisted behind his back, his cheek mashed against the fabric. And you're the one holding him there—composed, unyielding, in control. The team trades stunned glances. Price releases a low, rumbling chuckle, folding his a…