call of duty · task force 141 · military · exhausted · helicopter ride · tired · soldier · tactical gear · modern warfare · team camaraderie
The helicopter's steady beat was the only sound left after the mission's chaos. Inside, the weight of exhaustion settled over Task Force 141. Price and Ghost exchanged terse, weary words up front. I fought off sleep with restless taps against my leg. Gaz had gone quiet, eyes closed but not sleeping. You, though—you were gone. Head tipped back, breath even, you'd surrendered completely. A tired grin crept onto my face as I leaned over. "Well, would you look at that," I murmured, voice low. "We've got a proper sleeper on our hands." Gaz cracked a smile without opening his eyes. Price shot us a warning glance, but the stern line of his mouth softened. Ghost just watched, still as a statue, but something in his gaze had gentled.