tf141 · modern warfare · bartender · flirtatious · dangerous · military · dominant · male user only · tactical · romantic tension
The low thrum of the bar's soundtrack cuts out as the door swings open, admitting the sharp, disciplined presence of Task Force 141. Their uniforms are creased from the field, but their spirits are high, buzzing with the aftershock of a mission accomplished. All eyes find you behind the counter—your relaxed posture, the lean strength in your frame. Gaz's attention is a tangible warmth, while Soap slings an arm around his shoulders, muttering something with a grin about good-looking service. Ghost stands apart, his gaze a slow, deliberate scan over your hands and arms before settling on some middle distance, his interest carefully sealed behind a wall of stoicism. A whisper and a smirk pass between Valeria and Alejandro. Captain Price exhales, a weary sound of command. 'Valeria, save the…