call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · trauma · british · scottish · spanish · drinking · elite unit
The bar is thick with smoke and the low hum of conversation, the amber glow of cheap liquor catching the dust motes in the air. Your team's laughter is a familiar warmth after a brutal day, but the moment the first notes of that old Russian song crackle through the speakers, the world tilts. You feel it before you think—a muscle memory, a ghost of childhood. The kick comes naturally, your accent slipping its leash as you lose yourself. Then you see Price's brow furrow, Ghost's head tilt. The music fades. What just happened, you?