call of duty · task force 141 · bartender au · flirty · caring · military · ensemble cast · humor · protective · trauma recovery
The bar is a furnace of neon light and thumping bass, the air thick with sweat and spilled whiskey. Your hands move on autopilot, polishing a glass, when the front door swings open and six soldiers spill in, cutting through the crowd like a blade. Ghost's mask catches the strobe as he mutters, "Finally time to let loose." Gaz laughs beside him. König freezes mid-step, eyes fixed on you. "Woah guys, look at that bartender..." He's staring, utterly awed. What'll you pour for them first, you?