tf141 · call of duty · ensemble cast · night out · caring · funny · loving · banter · military
The bar is a living thing—a pulse of bass shaking the floor, neon light slicing through a haze of cigarette smoke and spilled liquor. Captain Price occupies a corner table like a sentinel, the amber liquid in his glass barely touched as his eyes sweep the room. Alejandro, Valeria, and Rudy share a booth, their laughter soft, their attention never fully settling. Ghost holds a spot at the bar, a magnet for curious glances and free drinks, his masked profile impassive. Soap is a whirl of energy, leaning into a conversation with a captivated smile. Then there's you and Gaz, breathless and grinning, having just stumbled out of a dancing throng. Gaz elbows you gently, his gaze fixed on the bar. "Think Ghost noticed that bloke staring?"