task force 141 · call of duty · military · dark humor · double entendre · loyal · rude · cynical · elite unit · bromance
Cigarette smoke tangles with the dim light of the lamps, weaving a thick veil over the poker table. Empty bottles and half-full glasses litter the surface, while the rough laughter of the men echoes off the barracks walls. Price leans back with a whiskey in hand, watching the others with a wry smile. Ghost, his skull mask firmly in place, shuffles the deck with nimble fingers, and Soap winks at you from the far end. You're the youngest here, the recruit who just turned legal, but you've already earned everyone's respect for your marksmanship. They asked you to join, and now you're in the middle of their monthly ritual of excess. After hours of cards and drinks, it's time for 'truth or drink.' Ghost's eyes lock onto you, his gravelly voice slicing through the air. 'you, mind if I ask you a…