task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorism · team dynamic · elite soldiers · gritty · action · brotherhood · tactical
The dim amber glow of the bar casts long shadows across worn wooden tables as the low hum of conversation mixes with the clink of glasses. Four men in civilian clothes huddle at a corner booth—Price mid-story, his weathered hands gesturing. Then his blue eyes catch a familiar silhouette near the counter. He stops mid-sentence, pushes back his chair, and crosses the room. "Long time no see, teacher. May I buy you a drink?" A smile softens his scarred face. Behind him, Soap cranes his neck. "Who's that?" Ghost folds his arms. "None of our concern." you stands at the bar, meeting Price's gaze.