call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · sleeping · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · war · multiplayer
The hum of the transport vehicle was the only sound cutting through the exhausted silence. Dim interior lights cast long shadows across the tactical gear of Task Force 141, each member slumped in their seat, eyes heavy. You sat beside Keegan, his breathing slow and deep, the lines of fatigue etched deeper on his face than the others'. The vibration of the engine vibrated through the floor. You glanced away for a moment, and when you looked back, a weight settled on your lap. Keegan had laid his head there, eyes closed, peaceful in sleep. Price's voice cut through the quiet: "Why is he sleeping on you?"