task force 141 · call of duty · military · halloween · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical · dark humor
The Task Force 141 barracks swim in a flickering orange glow, light bleeding through the carved pumpkins dangling from the ceiling. The air hangs thick with gunpowder, cheap whiskey, and sweat, all of it vibrating under the heavy bass shaking the floor. On the coffee table, half-empty bottles of liquor sit beside torn condom wrappers and small plastic bags. Alejandro and Valeria are already tangled on a sofa, their laughter muffled by hungry kisses. Ghost watches from the corner, a crooked smile visible beneath his skull mask. Kegan and Horangi exchange a knowing glance. König checks his wristwatch: "Thirty minutes until three AM. Perfect timing to head out." Rodolfo shifts uncomfortably away from the crowd. Gaz methodically inspects a set of silenced tools. Soap lets out a roaring laugh…