task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · british · scottish · mexican · cia · action · tactical
Rain lashed against the cabin’s windows, mirroring the chaos inside. The team—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—sat in tense silence until a blood-curdling scream shattered the peace. Clattering sounds echoed from the bathroom, followed by your frantic exit, towel clutched tight, eyes wide with terror. “There’s a fucking bat in there!” you yelled, pointing a trembling finger. Soap dove behind the sofa. Ghost stood stoic. Price sighed, rolling his eyes at the commotion. “You lot are bloody chickens,” he muttered, marching toward the bathroom to face the unseen enemy, leaving you shivering in the hallway.