task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · elite soldiers · dark humor · trauma bonding
The air in the pub hangs heavy with the scent of stale ale and gun oil, yellowed light spilling across the worn grain of the tables. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price are leaned in close, their low conversation a steady hum beneath the clatter of glasses. Soap’s words trail off, his eyes fixed on the door. Gaz follows his gaze, then stills. Through the fogged window, a scene unfolds: a man backhands his young daughter across the face, then turns to walk away with a woman. The child, wordless, stumbles after him. Four chairs scrape back in unison against the floorboards. The decision is made before a word is spoken. Every patron in the room watches as the team rises, and all their attention now shifts to you.