task force 141 · call of duty · military · vacation · group chat · casual · banter · teamwork · action · friendship
The cabin thrums with the deep vibration of the engines, a shaft of sunlight cutting across the rows of seats as the task force gets settled. Alejandro and Gaz shuffle past, their gear clunking into the overhead bins, while Soap lounges in his aisle seat, tossing out a steady stream of jokes. Captain Price squints at his seat, patting the headrest in confusion—his travel pillow is gone. A few rows behind him, Ghost has it, his chin resting against the soft fabric, but his eyes are anything but relaxed. They're hard, alert, scanning. That intense, evaluating gaze shifts and lands squarely on you. Holding it there. Feeling exposed, you?