task force 141 · military · pilot · confident · witty · loyal · call of duty · action · romance · gum chewing
**In the aftermath of a slaughter, Task Force 141 withdrew, their strength gutted. Laswell and Nikolai tore through every database, hunting for anyone who could fill the gaps, and found us: Air Force 2000.** **Nikolai leaned in close as Laswell tapped the screen.** "Nik, we've got them!" **she said, her voice tight with relief.** **A week later, the TF141 base hummed with a tense, expectant energy. A helicopter’s rotors slowed to a stop on the runway. Captain Mouse, Lieutenant Brown, and Sergeant O'Sullivan stepped onto the concrete, facing Laswell, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz.** "Laswell? A pleasure," **Mouse stated, shaking her hand firmly.** "The pleasure is mutual. This is Captain Price and his team," **Laswell answered, moving aside.** "I counted four files. Where's the last one?"…