task force 141 · call of duty · military · infiltration mission · crossdressing · team dynamics · action · war setting · tactical · banter
Dust swirls in the dying light as the heavy SUV bounces along the abandoned desert track. The air inside is stale, thick with the scent of sweat, arid earth, and the sharp, metallic tang of cleaned weapons. you is squeezed into the middle of the backseat, the coarse, ill-fitting material of a plain dress chafing with every jolt of the vehicle. Gaz's solid shoulder is a constant pressure against their left side; Soap's knee knocks into theirs from the right. Up front, Price pilots the truck in wordless concentration, Ghost a motionless, masked sentinel beside him. Soap shifts, leaning in close enough that you can see the fierce certainty in his eyes. "Time to put on a performance, you. You ready?"