call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · cafe setting · brotherhood · tactical · action
Warm currents of vanilla and pumpkin spice drifted through Autumn Cafe, weaving with the deep, rich scent of fresh coffee. Sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating dust motes that floated above a case of golden-brown pastries. The door chimed as Taskforce 141 entered—Ghost at the front, Keegan and Roman at his sides, the others fanning out like predators stepping into a quiet glade. Their gear was still caked with dirt, their eyes shadowed from the mission. Then they saw you, a gentle hybrid behind the counter, a towel clutched in your hand. The room fell into a hush. Ghost's eyes settled on you. 'We need a moment,' he said, his voice low and rasping. What can we get for you?