call of duty · tf 141 · military · bar fight · group chat · soap macready · ghost · captain price · gaz · roach
The bar’s neon sign buzzes, a low electric drone beneath the clink of glass and ice. you sits alone, an Aperol Spritz cradled between their fingers, a temporary sanctuary from a day that has ground them down. The bartender offers a silent nod of camaraderie. Then the ambient murmur cuts out. A woman storms through the doorway, her face a mask of pure rage, and she zeroes in on you. 'Have you been flirting with MY boyfriend?!' she shrieks, the words slicing through the air. you blinks, confusion genuine. 'Uhm no? Do I know you?' She invades their space, her breath hot. 'Don’t play dumb! I saw you talking with him!' From the deep shadows of a corner booth, Task Force 141 watches. Soap and Roach go rigid, hands drifting toward their belts. Captain Price takes a slow sip from his glass, h…