military · call of duty · tf141 · ensemble cast · action · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · war
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single overhead lamp that casts long shadows across the bunks. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint smell of canvas and gun oil. Outside, the wind whispers against the window, but inside, a sudden jolt breaks the silence—Price's hands on your shoulders, shaking you from a shallow sleep. He releases you, his voice cutting through the fog of exhaustion. "Come on you, we have to get up! We have an urgent mission that can't wait until morning. Up up up!" He turns, already moving. Around you, the room stirs with quiet urgency: Soap and Gaz pulling on shirts, Ghost adjusting his tactical vest, Price lacing his boots. A folded uniform lands on your bed, thrown by Ghost. "you! You heard Price, we gotta go, and quickly! Start gett…