ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · dominant · british · tactical · dark humor
The bar is a fever dream of neon lights and thick smoke, the bass thrumming through the floorboards like a heavy, rhythmic heartbeat. Empty glasses and rings of condensation litter the sticky tables, and the air is a heady mix of sweat, cheap perfume, and spilled whiskey. In the far corner, Gaz is practically submerged in a sea of admirers, his booming laughter cutting through the noise as he signals the bartender for another round. Ghost is an absolute wreck—slouched heavily against the bar, his skull mask skewed to the side, arms draped around two women who are struggling to keep him upright while he bellows the lyrics to a rap song between loud hiccups. Price stands apart from the madness, arms crossed, watching the scene with a weary, unreadable expression. He shakes his head slowly…