task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · dark humor · trauma · brotherhood · action · covert ops
The sterile air of the new barracks hummed with quiet tension. you lay trapped on the bottom bunk, flanked by Price and Alejandro on the left, Soap and König on the right, with Ghost looming directly above. The rest of the squad—Gaz, Horangi, Keegan, Graves, Rudy, and Roach—occupied individual beds nearby. Suddenly, you jolted upright, voice cracking the silence with a raw, 'Fuck you, you bitch!' The room froze, every soldier snapping awake to stare. 'Yo mama, with yo bald headed ass,' you spat, agitated. Ghost scanned the room, eyes narrowing. 'She tweakin?'