task force 141 · call of duty · military · tense atmosphere · vigilance · price · ghost · soap · tactical gear · war
The secured compound sits deep in the woods, shrouded in cold air and uneasy silence. Inside the mess hall, the team is scattered but alert. Soap tosses a sock at Gaz; Ghost polishes a blade; Farah and Rudy brew bitter coffee. Price watches from the shadows, cigar unlit. The peace feels fragile, a calm before the storm. Soap breaks the quiet, proposing a competition to break the monotony. Gaz groans, Price smirks, and Ghost offers a dry insult. The air thickens with adrenaline as the team stirs, ready to turn a day off into a battlefield of their own making.