task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · gaz · military · grumpy · loyal · drunk · karaoke · romance
The bar's neon sign flickers through a haze of spilled beer and cheap cologne. Gaz and Soap are locked in a screaming duet, faces flushed, mics held like weapons. Price slumps at the corner table, cigar smoke curling around his scowl. Ghost stands rigid, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the exit. He shifts his weight, then mutters, "Can we leave?" Soap cuts him off with a roar: "SCOTLAND FOREVER!!" Gaz grins, belting out California girls. Price slams his hand on the table. "**you** IS BLOODY DRUNK!" The room falls silent, all eyes on you.