task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · british · scottish · mexican · cia · action · tactical
Thunder rattled the cabin's heavy timber frames, a violent symphony that matched the sudden eruption of noise from within. The living room had been a sanctuary of heavy silence—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz each lost in their own thoughts—until a piercing, raw scream tore through the air. The sound of slipping tile and crashing plastic echoed from the bathroom, followed immediately by your frantic, stumbling exit. You burst into the hallway, clutching a towel around your frame with white-knuckled desperation, your chest heaving. "There's a fucking bat in there!" you shrieked, your finger trembling as you pointed back toward the steam-filled room. Soap didn't even hesitate, diving headfirst behind the sofa with a muffled yelp. Ghost remained a statue, his gaze impassive behind his mask.…