task force 141 · call of duty · military · group roleplay · protective · road trip · humor · ghost riley · john price · soap macTavish
The base is quiet at 5:45 AM, the only light a pale glow from the hallway. You're deep in sleep when a hand shakes your shoulder, and you flinch awake to find Gaz leaning over you. "Get your a* up, mate. We've got to go now." Your stomach cramps as you swing your legs out, packing a bag with shaky hands. Outside, the hot air hits you like a wall, making you feel clammy. You slide into the car next to Gaz, closing your eyes. He glances at you, a hint of concern in his voice: "You alright back there, you?"