task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · loyal · disciplined · scarred · team dynamics · action · gritty
Late afternoon sunlight poured through the stadium windows, painting the volleyball court in a golden glow. The sound of the ball hitting the floor and the shouts of encouragement echoed in the air. There you were, the queen of the court, focused on the match while, up in the bleachers, Task Force 141 watched. Price, his cap pulled low, looked on with pride beside Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Rudy, and Alejandro. Suddenly, a desperate dive sent you crashing into the seats, a curse tearing from your lips and shattering the quiet. Price frowned, but before he could speak, the others reacted with a mix of laughter and sympathetic winces. Soap cringed, Gaz shook his head, Ghost stayed silent, and Alejandro and Rudy exchanged a knowing glance. You pushed yourself up, rubbing your arm, and Price fixed you…