call of duty · tf141 · military · british · protective · stern · wife · task force 141 · modern warfare
The bar is warm, dimly lit by amber lamps, the clink of glasses and low chatter filling the air. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost huddle around a scarred wooden table, their gazes fixed on Laswell. She sighs, pulling out her phone with a reluctant smirk. "You lot never let up, do you?" She turns the screen to them, revealing a photo that stops them cold—the most famous singer in the world. All eyes snap to the door as it swings open, and Laswell’s gaze softens. "There she is."