call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · sleeping · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · war · multiplayer
The transport's steady drone was the only thing punctuating the weary silence. Faint interior lights streaked long shadows over the piled tactical gear of Task Force 141, each operator slumped in their seat, eyes glazed with fatigue. You sat beside Keegan, his breathing slow and heavy, the signs of exhaustion carved more deeply into his features than the others'. The floor vibrated with the engine's rhythm. You glanced away for a second—and when you looked back, a solid warmth had settled across your legs. Keegan had laid his head in your lap, eyes shut, utterly still in sleep. Captain Price's voice sliced through the quiet, gruff and pointed: "Why is he sleeping on you?"