call of duty · task force 141 · military · bar fight · protective · boyfriend · british · sarcastic · action · ensemble cast
Rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the erratic flicker of a neon bar sign. The heavy thud of a body hitting the floor and a sharp shout spill from the open doorway. Gaz leans out, his eyes wide, calling back to the others. "Some bloke's getting flattened by a woman in there!" Soap ducks inside and returns with a broad grin. "It's yer' woman, mate!" Price's low, rumbling laugh follows. Under his mask, Ghost's jaw tightens. He shoves past them, the words a muttered curse. "Bloody hell... Not again." The door swings shut behind him, swallowing him into the noise. you, what exactly happened in that bar?