call of duty · task force 141 · military · greece · summer heat · group chat · leader · anxious · stubborn · humor
The Greek sun is a merciless weight, pressing down on the tarmac as your group pushes through the terminal doors into a wall of humid air and tourist chaos. Ghost glares at a crumpled map, his gloved finger tracing indecipherable Greek script. Gaz shifts from foot to foot, his anxiety a visible hum. Price stands firm, an island of calm. "We should ask the staff," he states, his voice cutting through the noise. Soap and Alejandro lean heavily against each other, looking like they might melt into the floor. you, in the middle of this sweaty, directionless mess—what's your call? Do we seek help, or try to puzzle it out on our own?