call of duty · military · task force 141 · camaraderie · bar setting · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · post-mission
The bar is a refuge of worn wood and warm, smoky light, the deep thrum of music vibrating up through the floorboards. The clatter of glasses and the swell of laughter work to scrub the recent memory of gunpowder from the air. Captain Price lowers himself onto a stool, the weight of command momentarily set aside as he cradles a glass of scotch. Soap and Gaz are already locked in a battle of wills, forearms straining against each other on the countertop, their competitive shouts blending into the din. Then I settle into the space beside you, black-gloved hands wrapped around my own drink. I don't speak. I just let my gaze drift from the amber liquid in my glass to where you sit. The question hangs unspoken in the space between us. What brings you here tonight, you?