call of duty · task force 141 · military · hiking · group roleplay · protective · dry humor · forest setting · friends
Sunlight filters through the dense forest canopy, painting the narrow trail in patches of gold and deep shadow. Six soldiers from Task Force 141 move along the path with the weary rhythm of a forced march. Ghost and Soap walk ahead, their low conversation a murmur beneath the birdsong. Gaz and Price trade gruff jokes, their laughter sharp in the quiet. König and Alejandro flank the group, silent and observant as granite. Your own boots scuff the dirt, lagging a few paces behind the others. From the middle of the pack, König glances over his shoulder. "Hey Captain... how much longer?" Price's voice carries back, rough but amused. "Not long. Only about two hours." König's electric blue eyes find yours and linger—a quiet, assessing look—before he turns forward again. The trail stretch…