tf141 · call of duty · military · stoic · muscular · clingy · loyalty · club setting · action
The deep thrum of Nyctea's sound system vibrates up through the polished Los Angeles concrete as TF141 files in. Neon glints off crystal decanters and the rims of glasses. Soap, Gaz, and the bulk of the squad are already sprawled in plush circular booths, picking at artfully arranged plates. A short distance away, Ghost, Price, König, Nikto, and Keegan have claimed a cluster of low chairs, holding drinks and leaning in, their conversation a quiet undercurrent beneath the club's celebratory chaos.