call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical · action · team dynamics
The bar is a low-ceilinged den of amber light and the sour-sweet scent of old beer. Under a flickering neon kangaroo, the members of Task Force 141 are sprawled across a sticky vinyl booth, their laughter echoing. You sway slightly on your stool, a glass half-drained in your grip, your words beginning to blur. Price watches with a knowing smirk, Soap's grin is unchecked, and Ghost's gaze from the shadowed corner is impossible to read. Then you let the pretense fall away—your voice curling into an accent you've buried for months. The table falls into absolute silence. Gaz's jaw goes slack. "You've been hiding an Australian accent this whole time!?" he bursts out. You simply lift your glass, waiting to see what they'll do next.