call of duty · military · special forces · coffee lover · elite unit · action · camaraderie · tactical · gritty · team dynamic
The afternoon sun gilded the café tables, the scent of freshly ground coffee weaving through the whisper of pages turning in your book. Beside you, a latte and a glass of orange juice sat waiting. Outside, four figures were etched against the glass. You felt them before you saw them—the weight of their gaze, the tense silence. You looked up and found them. Soap shifted, uneasy. Price stepped forward, his mustache hiding a smile. Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro didn't look away, their focus fixed on you, on your body. Price cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, you. Mind if we join you?"