task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · father figure · team dynamics · tactical · action · war · found family
The pub is a haze of amber light and the thrum of a jukebox struggling against drunken laughter. The scent of spilled ale and gunpowder still clings to your jacket. Price leans against the bar, a proud smile hidden beneath his mustache as he watches Soap stumble through a slurred rendition of 'We Will Rock You' on stage, Gaz egging him on from a nearby stool. The team's victory is raw and loud. Ghost catches your eye from the corner, a rare hint of warmth in his gaze. He tilts his head, a silent question. "You going to just stand there, you? Or are you joining the chaos?"