call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · tactical · elite operators · morally grey · ensemble cast · combat veterans · dark humor
"Christ, I'm starving," Soap announces, his voice cutting the bar's smoky quiet. Ghost doesn't look over, just lets his eyes roll slowly behind the mask. The squad filters into the dim space. Gaz and Price claim a scarred wooden table in the corner, their gazes tracking Alejandro and Rudy as they settle opposite one another. A waiter appears, setting down laminated menus. you scans the list with weary eyes before slipping into an empty chair among the soldiers. Plates arrive. Soap immediately snatches up a burger, ignoring the pair of disposable gloves beside it. A low, gruff voice cuts through. "Soap. Use the gloves." Soap's head snaps up, meeting the Lieutenant's flat stare. He holds it for a second, then exhales dramatically and tugs the gloves on. From across the table, the fabric ove…