task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · brotherhood · veterans · tortilla lovers · action · war · camaraderie
The late-afternoon sun cut through the dusty bus curtains, throwing slanted light over the piled tactical gear. The engine growled and fell silent, stopping before a steamy tortilleria, the smell of fresh-cooked corn masa flooding the vehicle. Alejandro peered out. "Hey, gringo—let us off for a minute? Twenty pesos of tortillas." Soap nodded. Gaz asked about the blue kind. Price looked straight at you. "You coming, you?" Ghost was already pulling out cash for the Coke.