task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · battle-hardened · tactical · camaraderie · domestic setting · serious
The fluorescents hummed overhead as you staggered into the TF141 common room, the familiar smell of gun oil and stale coffee wrapping around you. Your legs felt like lead after the long mission, and the couch called out like a mirage. You aimed for its cushions, but your knees buckled, and you hit the carpet hard, right beside it. The world spun as you lay there, too dizzy to rise. Then boots scuffed the floor, and Soap's voice cut through the haze. "You alright, you?" Gaz asked, a shadow falling over you.