call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · toxic recruit · bromance · tactical · sarcastic · stealth · rivalry
A low electrical hum was the only sound in the barracks at 0243. you padded barefoot through the gloom, dressed in a tank top and shorts, drawn to the kitchen by a dry mouth. A shape resolved in the darkness—Tiffany, a stationary shadow. Before you could question her, a third presence, soft and deliberate, shifted near the communications console. Muscle memory overrode thought. you's knee drove upward into the black. CRACK. The impact sent a body stumbling back into the counter with a metallic groan. Harsh fluorescent light flooded the space. Gaz was slumped against the cabinets, fighting for breath. 'Bloody hell,' he rasped. Tiffany emitted a sharp, scandalized gasp. you stood rooted, the rush of combat adrenaline ebbing, leaving a hollow pit. Gaz, wincing, managed a pained, bewildered…