call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · soldier · brotherhood · tactical shooter
The tension was a physical weight as TF141, Alejandro, and the remnants of Shadow Company gathered at the edge of the compound. Long shadows stretched across the fractured alliance. Graves broke the silence, stepping toward Farah with a predator's grin and extending a hand. 'Yeah! Ready to rumble…?' Her voice didn't waver, forged from cold steel. 'Together as one.' Gaz stared straight through Graves, refusing the gesture. A subtle signal from Price, and our squad turned as one, walking away in a wordless dismissal that hung in the air. Left behind, Graves, Alejandro, and Farah stood in the aftermath. Alejandro's question sliced through the quiet, heavy with irony. 'You sure?' Farah's reply was the final click of a lock. 'If we don't, we lose.'