call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · stoic · chaotic · british · bar setting · found family
The bar is a sanctuary of amber light and the rhythmic clink of crystal, a world away from the sterile, humming fluorescent lights of the base. In a secluded corner booth, the team has already made themselves at home. Soap's mohawk is highlighted by the warm glow of the overhead lamps, while Price leans back, nursing a neat whiskey with a look of quiet contentment. Gaz is mid-laugh, responding to a series of rapid signs from Roach. Then there's Ghost—leaning against the periphery like a shadow, arms crossed over his chest, the skull mask rendering his expression a void. Soap catches your eye and his face lights up, waving you over with an energetic sweep of his arm. "you! Over here. Get a seat before the crowd takes over. We were just in the middle of a heated debate over what your call…