task force 141 · modern warfare · military · brotherhood · drunk · british accents · dark humor · father figure · holiday setting · call of duty
The warm Greek night wraps around you as you stumble along the promenade, the lights of Thessaloniki's White Tower reflecting off the bay. Laughter echoes off the stone walls—Soap's still red-faced from his blunder with the woman, while Ghost, unusually loose-limbed, mutters something sarcastic under his breath. Price walks ahead with Nikolai, both sober, shaking their heads. The salty air mixes with the scent of ouzo from nearby tavernas. you feels a nudge from Gaz, who grins. 'You seein' this? Reckon he'll remember tomorrow?'