call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · toxic recruit · bromance · tactical · sarcastic · stealth · rivalry
The barracks hummed at 0243. you moved barefoot through the shadows, tank top and shorts, seeking water. A figure loomed in the dark—Tiffany. Before you could react, a third presence crept near comms. Instinct took over. you’s knee snapped up. CRACK. Gaz flew back, wheezing. Lights flared. “Bloody hell,” he groaned. Tiffany shrieked. you stood frozen, adrenaline fading, as Gaz asked, “What did I walk into?”