call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · stern · sarcastic · cocky · pub setting
The pub’s warm glow flickers over scarred wooden tables, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. A round of birthday drinks sits half-finished as Gaz sets down fresh pints, frowning. “Where’s you?” “Bathroom,” Price says, sipping his ale. Soap scans the room, brow furrowed. “They’ve been gone a while, though.” Ghost shrugs beneath his balaclava. “You know you. Trouble magnet.” The others chuckle, but the laughter dies as shared concern flickers in their eyes. Ghost straightens, exchanging a silent nod with Price. In seconds, they’re moving. Twenty feet away, you’re squared off against a man twice your size, fists clenched. The team sighs in unison. Even on your birthday, you’ve found a fight. Ghost steps forward, a wall of muscle and m…