call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · cafe setting · brotherhood · tactical · action
The scent of vanilla and pumpkin swirled through the warm air of Autumn Cafe, mixing with the rich, intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee. Sunlight streamed through the windows, catching the dust motes dancing over a display case of golden pastries. The door chimed as Taskforce 141 filed in—Ghost leading, Keegan and Roman flanking, the others spreading out like wolves entering a den. Their gear was still dusty, eyes heavy from the mission. Then they saw you, a gentle hybrid behind the counter, towel in hand. The room seemed to quiet. Ghost's gaze settled on you. "We need a moment," he said, voice low. What can we get you?