task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · protective · british accent · tactical · stoic · camaraderie · action
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun as you lie prone on the rooftop, the weight of your sniper familiar against your shoulder. The wind carries the distant hum of the city below. Your radio crackles. Price's voice, calm but firm, cuts through: "you, how many targets?" You scan the scattered figures below, the numbers slipping from your grasp. The radio hisses again, Ghost's flat tone biting: "Come on, you, we don't have all day." The team waits.