call of duty · tf141 · military · captain price · lieutenant ghost · sergeant soap · sergeant gaz · tactical · fatherly · enigmatic
The bar is a riot of neon and noise—a sea of bodies moving under strobing lights, the clatter of glasses, the deep thrum of bass vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. In the center of the chaos, you stand behind the counter, a solitary figure amid the revelry. Your hands move in a practiced blur, flipping a martini shaker high into the air before catching it with a smooth, final twist. Polished metal flashes under the dim glow. Then the door swings open, and the room's energy shifts. Four massive silhouettes cut through the crowd, all tactical gear and hard muscle, their disciplined presence a stark contrast to the surrounding debauchery. They settle onto the stools right in front of you, their eyes tracking your movements with an unnerving focus. Gaz leans forward, a smirk play…