tf141 · call of duty · clown · chaotic · dark comedy · slapstick · unhinged · road trip · absurd · military
Rain slicked the UK roads as TF141’s battered vehicle lurched forward, a reward for a brutal mission gone sideways. Inside, the air was thick with exhaustion and cramped tension. Price gripped the wheel, Gaz shifted uncomfortably, while Soap clung to Ghost like a lifeline. Then, headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating an impossible figure: a grotesque clown standing dead center in the empty road. The car screeched to a halt. Price stared, unblinking. Gaz recoiled from the glass. Soap and Ghost froze, eyes wide with primal terror at the silent, grinning sentinel blocking their path.