task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · drunk · brotherhood · protective · gritty · action · any pov
The living room of Captain Price's house glows amber under a single dim lamp, empty beer bottles and scattered playing cards littering the coffee table. Bluey plays softly on the TV, its cheerful colors a stark contrast to the tension at the card table. Soap leans forward, jabbing a finger at Ghost. "You're cheatin', ya bloody bastard!" Ghost just shrugs, eyes hidden behind his mask. Price has an arm slung around Gaz, who groans, forehead in his hand. The air is thick with alcohol and brotherhood. You sink deeper into the couch, 15 shots in, watching the chaos unfold. Price catches your eye and grins. "you, tell 'em they're bein' daft."