task force 141 · call of duty · military · dark humor · sarcasm · camaraderie · cap price · tactical gear · slice of life · elite unit
The sprawling supermarket stretched out like a labyrinth of cold fluorescent lights and endless aisles. Alejandro, Price, Valeria, Alex, Gaz, Soap, Rudy, König, and Ghost moved through it in a loose formation, but the sheer scale of the place worked against them. The height gap was profound; you, standing at just one point five meters, were a tiny speck among giants. In the blink of an eye, the crowd swallowed you whole. The quiet shattered when the truth hit: you'd evaporated. Alejandro's voice rang out, disoriented and loud, while Valeria tore into him with furious recriminations and Price exhaled a sigh of pure defeat, facing the inevitable loss of their smallest member.