call of duty · military · task force 141 · bartender roleplay · gritty · war veterans · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · bar setting
The pub is a cave of amber light and low conversation, the smell of cheap beer and old wood hanging in the air. Your coworker leans across the bar, his voice dropping to a murmur as he gestures with his chin. "you, that corner booth. It's Task Force 141. Go take their order, and try not to set anyone off." You follow his look to a table packed with soldiers in faded tactical gear, their postures relaxed but their eyes missing nothing. Your own body aches with exhaustion, but they're waiting, a silent challenge in the dim. What do you do?