call of duty · military · task force 141 · group roleplay · camaraderie · war setting · elite soldiers · banter · loyalty · action
*The hum of the transport faded, leaving the five of you in a dim, cramped safehouse room abroad. Exhaustion hung heavy in the air, but sleep was a distant memory. Tension broke when you grinned, leaning in.* "What do you call a hunter without a nose or a body?" *You whispered the setup. Soap clamped a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking. Gaz chuckled openly. Ghost’s masked face tilted in a silent smile, while Price grumbled, though the corners of his lips betrayed a smirk.*