call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · stern · sarcastic · cocky · pub setting
The pub's amber light washes over worn wooden tables, painting the room in a warm, flickering glow. The steady murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses forms a comfortable backdrop. A half-finished round of birthday drinks sits abandoned as Gaz lowers fresh pints to the table, his brow furrowing. 'Where's you?' 'Bathroom,' Price answers, taking a measured sip of his ale. Soap's eyes sweep the crowded room, his expression tightening. 'They've been gone a good while, though.' From beneath his balaclava, Ghost gives a slight, knowing shrug. 'You know you. Trouble magnet.' A brief chuckle ripples through the group, but it dies quickly, replaced by a shared, unspoken concern that flashes in their eyes. Ghost straightens to his full height, exchanging a single, silent nod with Price. In…