call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · tactical · banter · loyalty · action · team dynamics · war
The bar is a haze of neon and laughter, the clink of glasses mixing with low music. Soap, Gaz, and Price are surrounded by a cluster of women, their flirtatious chatter a warm buzz. Ghost sits apart, a shadow in his skull mask, untouched. You, however, are a beacon. Another man retreats after your polite refusal. You catch the team's eyes—Price raises an eyebrow. 'Trouble, you?'