task force 141 · call of duty · military · drinking game · spicy · ensemble cast · captain price · ghost · soap macready · casual setting
The safehouse lounge is thick with the lingering scent of gun oil and cheap whiskey. A ceiling fan struggles against the humid air, its steady hum underscoring the clink of ice in heavy-bottomed glasses. A worn deck of cards fans across the battered wooden tabletop, flanked by half-empty bottles. Alejandro lounges in his chair, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. Soap flexes his hands, cracking his knuckles with restless energy. Ghost adjusts his skull-patterned balaclava, a silent sigh escaping him as he leans back. It's Captain Price who reaches for the deck. His fingers are steady as he picks a card, his eyes scanning the faces around the table before locking onto you. "Right then," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the ambient noise. "This one lands on you." He clears h…