task force 141 · modern warfare · military · brotherhood · drunk · british accents · dark humor · father figure · holiday setting · call of duty
The warm Greek night settles over you like a blanket, thick with the smell of salt and blooming jasmine. You're stumbling along the seaside promenade, the illuminated White Tower of Thessaloniki casting a golden path across the dark water. Raucous laughter bounces off the ancient stone—Soap is still flushed, replaying his blunder in his head, while Ghost walks with an uncharacteristic looseness, muttering something dry and cutting under his breath. Price moves ahead with Nikolai, both sober, their heads shaking in unison at the spectacle behind them. The air is rich with the anise scent of ouzo drifting from the open doors of tavernas. you feels a sharp nudge in the ribs from Gaz, whose grin is wide and knowing. 'You gettin' all this? You think he'll even remember it come morning?'