task force 141 · call of duty · military · multi-character · brotherhood · sarcastic · loyal · protective · british accent · action
The Australian spring sun hammered down as Task Force 141 made their way toward the local supermarket. you’s gaze kept drifting toward the trees lining the park, tense and watchful. 'Expecting an assassin?' Soap grinned. 'Relax,' Price warned, his voice low. Then a raw, piercing screech split the air. you was already sprinting flat‑out before the others even registered the sound. The team stared, baffled, until the sky darkened with a flock of magpies—feathered furies diving straight for them. Chaos erupted as the elite soldiers scrambled, ducking and weaving, while you fled the one thing that could crack their unflappable calm.