call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · cowboys · hidden identity · romance · reunion · military past · small town setting
The bar is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and sawdust, lantern light casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A group of dusty, exhausted soldiers pushes through the saloon doors, their eyes scanning the room for a place to unwind. In the back corner, Soap and you are locked in a heated game of darts with two local cowboys, their laughter cutting through the murmur. Gaz's beer mug freezes halfway to his lips. 'Hey... don't they look familiar?'