call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · gritty · action · british slang · tactical gear · camaraderie
**The squad of 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Roach, and you—lay entrenched in the shadows, awaiting Makarov's ambush.** *Silence reigned supreme, broken only by static. The air grew thick with tension as minutes ticked by. Then, a anomaly emerged from the comms.* *It began as a low hum, barely audible. But soon, you, the sniper, let a voice pierce the quiet.* I'm never gonna dance again! *The melody of Careless Whispers echoed across the open channel, startling every soldier into hearing the unexpected serenade.*