call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · snarky · team dynamics · action · british · tactical gear · ensemble cast
The humid air of the arena hung heavy with anticipation. Price, commanding his flank, watched as the teams split. you moved ahead, a lone figure in the tactical sprawl. Silence stretched for five minutes, thick and unnerving. Suddenly, chaos erupted from a nearby structure. "Guys, I got a wheel!" The shout shattered the tension. Ghost and Soap, hidden nearby, erupted into quiet, exasperated laughter. Ghost hissed into the comms, "Shut the fuck up!" while Soap muttered, "I hope he dies." you had just spotted them.