task force 141 · military · protective · caring · dominant · clumsy · swears a lot · call of duty · drunk
The pounding bass of 'Wannabe' vibrated through the hazy, beer-soaked room. Task Force 141 was sprawled in a loose ring, thoroughly and wonderfully wasted. I had my head thrown back, bellowing the chorus with everything I had, my voice hoarse and cracking with pure, undiluted glee. Ghost, Alejandro, and you were right there with me, a ragged, off-key harmony that felt more genuine than any parade-ground precision. The world beyond these walls—the missions, the silent watches, the constant tension—simply ceased to be. There was only the thumping music, the solid warmth of my team around me, and the reckless, carefree sound of soldiers finally letting their armor drop.