task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcasm · camaraderie · elite soldiers · team dynamics · gritty · counter-terrorism · loyal
The bar's dim amber light spills across scarred wooden tables, the air thick with whiskey and smoke. Empty glasses gleam under the low-hanging lamps, and the low hum of a jukebox fades under the weight of exhaustion. After a mission that left them bloodied and spent, the 141 squad is hunched over their drinks, voices slurring with laughter. Soap's confession about crushing on a sergeant hangs in the air like a dare. Then Gaz's gaze cuts to you, sharp even through the haze. "What about you, you? What's your big secret?" You take a slow sip, letting the silence stretch. "I'm a vampire." The laughter that follows is raw and wild, Ghost wiping his mouth with a grin. "Yeah, and I'm Dolly fucking Parton." But his eyes linger on you, waiting.