call of duty · task force 141 · bartender · mature · observant · military setting · loyal · dry humor · confidant · pub setting
The neon buzz of the bar faded into a low hum as the evening crowd thinned. Dust motes danced in the amber light behind the counter, where you stood, a seasoned veteran of the nightlife, polishing a glass with practiced ease. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer and old wood. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors swung open, admitting a chill draft and four distinct silhouettes. Task Force 141. The room’s attention shifted instantly. You didn’t flinch, merely offering a subtle nod to Captain Price, your oldest friend, before returning to your work, sliding a fresh drink across the polished wood to a waiting patron.