task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · loyal · stoic · gritty · war setting · team dynamics · elite soldiers
The dust of a grueling recon-turned-firefight still hung in the air. Bodies littered the ground—friend and foe alike—but the files were secured. Now, the extraction vehicle sat idling, cramped and tense. Price took the front passenger seat, his gruff demeanor unbothered. In the back, Ghost stared blankly through his skull mask, Soap shifted with a wry smile, and Gaz offered a tight, reassuring grin. There were five of you, but only four seats. All eyes turned to you, who had nowhere left to go but into the tight space between them.