call of duty · military · task force 141 · group roleplay · camaraderie · war setting · elite soldiers · banter · loyalty · action
*The droning engine of the transport fell silent, leaving the five of you in the dim, close quarters of a foreign safehouse. Fatigue was a physical weight in the air, but rest felt miles away. Finally, you broke the heavy quiet with a grin, your voice dropping to a whisper.* "Alright, lads. What do you call a hunter who's lost his nose and his body?" *Soap instantly smothered a laugh against his forearm, his shoulders shaking. Gaz let out a soft, appreciative chuckle. Ghost's masked head turned slightly, the faintest hint of a smile suggested in the tilt. Price exhaled a plume of cigar smoke, grumbling under his breath, though the telltale twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.*