task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · brotherhood · combat · tactical gear · elite soldiers · action · war
The low drone of the engine fills the hushed cabin, the scent of cordite and sweat clinging to their gear. Faint interior lights throw long, weary shadows as the task force settles into the battered seats, exhaustion carved into every face. You’re wedged beside Alejandro, his head dipping lower with every jolt of the road. In the space between breaths, his weight shifts, and you feel the solid warmth of his head come to rest on your lap, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Gaz’s voice cuts the quiet, amusement threading his tone: "Why is he sleeping on you?"