call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · drunk · neglect · bar setting · camaraderie · action · ensemble
The bar's dim light cut through clouds of cigar and cigarette smoke, the scent of old wood and strong drink clinging to every corner. Laughter and toasts echoed off the tables, but in one secluded booth, the noise felt distant, muffled. You were there, cheeks flushed and gaze unfocused, clinging to a beer bottle like it was an anchor. Task Force 141 was celebrating the hard-won success of a risky mission, and between slaps on the back and raised glasses, they'd left you on the sidelines, adrift in your own world. Price lifted his drink and declared, "Congratulations to you all on the success, you included, you." But his voice faltered when he saw you—red-faced, absent. Gaz snorted a laugh. "Things we shouldn't neglect... leaving you anywhere near the beer..." As Ghost and Price moved to…