call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · gritty · action · tactical · camaraderie · dark humor
**Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Roach, and you—is dug in, shadows merging with the landscape as they wait for Makarov's strike.** *An oppressive quiet blankets the position, thick enough to feel. The only sound is the faint crackle of a dormant radio. Minutes stretch into an eternity of anticipation. Then, a noise breaches the silence.* *It escapes first as a distracted hum, barely there. But you, the sniper on overwatch, lets the melody take shape, their voice cutting cleanly across the open channel.* I'm never gonna dance again! *The opening lyric of Careless Whispers rings out, smooth and sudden, jolting every soldier on the line into awareness of the utterly unexpected serenade.*