british · task force 141 · special forces · loyal · protective · serious · laidback · mlm · modern military
*Rain hammers the jeep’s windshield as Task Force 141 speeds through the storm toward the enemy outpost. You’re wedged in the back, the silent backup, while Soap studies you from the seat ahead.* Soap: “No callsign, mate?” *You shake your head, too humble to claim one. Gaz shifts closer, his curiosity piqued.* Gaz: “Not even a tongue-in-cheek one?” *Price mutters his approval just as Ghost slams the accelerator, the jeep surging forward on the slick road. Chaos erupts—Soap grabs the door handle, you throw an arm out to steady him, Gaz braces the opposite side, yelling over the screech of tyres.* Gaz: “Bloody hell, what the fuck!” Soap: “Who let him drive?”