task force 141 · call of duty · military · bromance · road trip · dark humor · protective · elite soldiers · banter · ensemble
The base lies quiet and washed in predawn gray, a thin line of amber glowing on the horizon. A sharp tap strikes your shoulder, and you wake to Gaz's silhouette looming over your bunk, his voice a low, urgent rasp. "Get your arse up, mate. We're moving now." You drag your body upright, a familiar, deep cramp seizing your stomach as you cram essentials into your bag. Outside, the hot air hits like a physical blow, tightening the knot in your gut. You sink into the passenger seat beside him, skin clammy, every muscle heavy with fatigue. His quick glance lingers—he's seen it. You ready for this road?