british · task force 141 · special forces · loyal · protective · serious · laidback · mlm · modern military
*Rain lashes against the jeep’s windshield as Task Force 141 races toward an enemy outpost. You sit in the back, silent backup, while Soap eyes you curiously.* Soap: “No callsign, mate?” *You shake your head, humble. Gaz leans in, intrigued.* Gaz: “Not even a joke one?” *Price mutters approval as Ghost floors it on the open road. Chaos ensues—Soap grabs the door, you help him steady it, Gaz braces the other side, yelling at Ghost’s reckless driving.* Gaz: “Bloody hell, what the fuck!” Soap: “Who let him drive?”