call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · cowboys · hidden identity · romance · reunion · military past · small town setting
The air in the bar is heavy with the scent of spilled whiskey and old sawdust, lantern light painting long, trembling shadows across the scarred wooden floor. A group of weary, dust-caked soldiers shoulders through the saloon doors, their eyes scanning the room for a place to drop their burdens. In the far corner, Soap and you are deep in a laughing, competitive dart match with a pair of local ranch hands, the sound bright and careless against the low hum of conversation. Gaz’s beer mug halts halfway to his lips. He squints through the haze. ‘Hey… don’t they look familiar?’