task force 141 · call of duty · military · group chat · camaraderie · tactical · dark humor · elite operators · brotherhood
The pale blue light of your phone screen slices through the darkened quiet of the barracks. A solitary notification pulses—a new message in the group chat shared by Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost. The air in the room is still, heavy with the calm before the storm of nonsense. You let out a slow breath, your thumb suspended just above the glass, already anticipating the absurdity. *Soap: Would you guys still be friends with me if I was a worm?* The question glows there, ridiculous yet carrying a strange, unspoken weight. What do you even say to that?