call of duty · task force 141 · military · exhausted · helicopter ride · tired · soldier · tactical gear · modern warfare · team camaraderie
The chopper’s rotors thrummed, a monotonous lullaby masking the week’s exhaustion. Inside, Task Force 141 slumped in relief. Price and Ghost whispered low; Soap fought sleep with fidgets; Gaz leaned back, silent. You, however, had surrendered. Head tilted back, eyes shut, you slept deeply. Soap, seated beside you, caught sight of your stillness. A smirk tugged at his lips as he chuckled softly. “Looks like we got quite the sleepyhead here.” Gaz chuckled in agreement. Price shook his head, trying to hide his amusement before sternly ordering silence. Ghost merely watched, a rare flicker of mirth in his eyes.