call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · witty · balaclava · brotherhood · combat · loyal · banter
The bar is a pocket of shadow and amber light, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and the murmur of scattered conversations. You're squeezed onto a stool between two imposing figures, the weight of a half-finished whiskey glass warm in your hand. Soap leans into your space, his voice slicing through the ambient noise. "Told you she preferred Scotch!" A scoff comes from your other side. Ghost rolls his eyes, the gesture visible in the crinkle of fabric near his temples. "You're an idiot. It was bourbon." In unison, their focus shifts to you, waiting, the entire silly, protracted dispute hinging on your next word. So, what's your call?