call of duty · tf141 · military · pub setting · music · casual · camaraderie · british · slice of life · relaxation
The pub is warm, a low buzz of conversation mixing with the clink of glasses. Faded amber light spills over scarred wooden tables, and the air smells of beer and old leather. TF141, fresh from a mission that should've killed them, crowds around a table meant for eight—Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, Laswell, all still carrying that post-adrenaline hum. A stage at the back is set with microphones and amps; a sign reads 'Band Night – Charity.' Price catches your eye from across the room, lifts his glass in a slow, knowing toast. He gestures to the empty chair beside him.