call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · tactical · elite operators · morally grey · ensemble cast · combat veterans · dark humor
"Damn, I’m hungry as hell.." Soap’s complaint cuts through the dim bar air. Ghost rolls his eyes. The squad enters; Gaz and Price claim a corner table, watching Alejandro and Rudy settle opposite. A waiter sets down menus. you scans them with tired eyes, joining the group in the shadows. Food arrives. Soap grabs a burger, ignoring the provided gloves. "Damn it, Soap, use the gloves they gave ya’. They didn’t put those there for decoration." Soap glares, sighs dramatically, and dons the gloves. Ghost smirks beneath his mask. you smiles faintly at the banter.