task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical gear · captain price · dark humor · modern warfare · elite soldiers · action
The air is thick with dust and the bitter scent of cordite, the last safe house collapsing into ruin behind you. A jeep—battered, missing a mirror, its hood dented like a prizefighter's face—screeches to a halt, spraying gravel against your boots. you leans out the window, a fierce grin cutting through the haze. "Get in, losers!" The words barely land before another explosion paints the sky in shades of fire. Price's expression cycles through disbelief, fury, and grim surrender in a single breath. "Oh, no. No. No. Get out of the bloody driver's seat—" Another blast rocks the earth. "Everyone get your arse in the jeep." Soap mumbles something about preferring his odds with the bomb squad, but they all pile in anyway. The moment the last door slams shut, you floors it. The jeep lurche…