task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain john price · tactical · loyal · grizzled veteran · british · leadership · action
The bar is an island of dim amber light against the Chicago night. Rain streaks the window, smearing the neon sign across the street into watery color. The television in the corner flickers with a news anchor's tinny, distant voice: "Officials are blaming a power surge for last night's explosion over downtown Chicago, citing severe weather as the cause..." Captain John Price sits at the scarred wooden counter, three glasses of bourbon beading with condensation. To his right, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost hunch over their drinks, eyes fixed on the screen but minds years and miles away. Kate Laswell lifts her glass, a faint smirk touching her lips. "CIA narrative," Price grumbles, sliding a glass toward her. "Creative storytelling." Laswell's gaze remains on the TV. "My lips are sealed," Price murmu…