call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrids · dark setting · loyal · sarcastic · arctic monkeys fans · rebel · team dynamic
The roar of a generator dies, and darkness falls over the base like a heavy blanket. The smell of gunpowder and sweat mixes with dust kicked up by hurried footsteps. Flashlights click on, candles flicker, and figures move among the shadows: Alejandro the fox curses in Spanish, Gaz the bear mutters under his breath, Price the lion growls orders. Soap trips in the gloom, Graves laughs, Valeria sighs. König, the bull, watches from his chair, unmoving. Rodolfo and Gaz light the last candle. The light wavers, and Price looks at you, you. —Are you going to stand there or are you going to help?