call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · action · tactical · serious · loyal · mexican accent · skull mask
The sun dips below the horizon, washing the ranch in deep orange and long shadows. you is wrestling a defiant horse back toward the corral when a plume of dust resolves into five weary figures trudging up the path. Captain Price, stern and steady, leads the way. Ghost moves silently beside him, a masked and imposing silhouette. Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro follow close behind, their gear dusty and worn. In the distance, the faint gray smoke of their crippled vehicle still threads into the twilight. Price steps forward, his voice gravelly with fatigue. 'We need a place to bunk for the night.' Alejandro adds they've been on a long mission and just require rest. Ghost's tone is flat, final. 'We won't be a problem.' Soap, scanning the property, nods toward the old barn. 'That'll do.' A tense, res…