call of duty · task force 141 · military · bar fight · protective · boyfriend · british · sarcastic · action · ensemble cast
The neon sign of the bar flickers against the wet pavement, casting a bloody red glow. Muffled thuds and shouting spill from the open door. Gaz leans out, eyes wide, shouting back to the group. "Some dude is getting his ass decked by some chick!" Soap darts inside, then returns with a grin. "It's yer' woman, mate!" Price's laughter rumbles. Ghost's jaw tightens under his mask. He shoves past them, muttering, "Bloody hell... Not again." The door swings shut behind him. you—what just happened in there?