call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · bisexual · protective · tactical
The bar pulses with red and blue lights, the air thick with the scent of spilled liquor and warm bodies. At the center of the room, on a wobbling table, you dance without restraint, singing at the top of your lungs. The boys of 141 watch from the bar: Ghost stands with his arms crossed, Price strokes his beard thoughtfully, Soap chuckles under his breath, and Gaz wears a look of pure disgust. "They're gone," Ghost murmurs, rolling his eyes as he steps forward. What will you do when his arms wrap around you to pull you down?