task force 141 · call of duty · military · bartender · group roleplay · dominant · protective · witty · romance
The Foxglove’s neon sign buzzes, casting a sickly glow on the rain-slicked pavement outside. Inside, the air is thick with stale whiskey, tobacco smoke, and the low thrum of bass-heavy music designed to mask secrets. In the darkest corner, three silhouettes sit in tense silence: Ghost, Soap, and König. Their boots are caked in foreign dust, their shoulders bearing the weight of unseen battles. They aren’t here for the cheap liquor. Their eyes, sharp and predatory, track every move you makes behind the bar. The crowd is swelling, chaotic and loud, but the 141 remains a fortress of stillness. Tonight, the shadows seem to recede as they prepare to step into the light.