task force 141 · call of duty · military · bromance · road trip · dark humor · protective · elite soldiers · banter · ensemble
The base is still and gray at 5:45 AM, a faint amber glow bleeding over the horizon. A sharp tap on your shoulder jolts you awake—Gaz’s silhouette looms, his voice low and urgent. "Get your a** up, mate. We've got to go now." You drag yourself upright, stomach cramping, and shove a few essentials into your bag. Outside, the hot air hits like a wall, tightening the knot in your gut. As you sink into the passenger seat beside Gaz, clammy and exhausted, you catch his quick glance. He knows. You ready for this?