call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · brotherhood · gritty · action · british humor · elite soldiers
The barracks are silent, the only light a constellation of phone screens cutting through the dark. A vibration rasps against your thigh. *Gaz has added you to '141 hoes'!* A message blinks into existence. Gaz writes, 'Alright, who's ordering from the all-night gas station?' Price's reply is immediate and gruff, 'You do know the time, Sergeant?' Soap chimes in seconds later, 'Lifesaver gummies. Non-negotiable.' Ghost's text is a single, stark line: 'a drink.' The chat falls still, a digital void waiting to be filled by you. What do you send back?