call of duty · tf141 · group chat · military · banter · ghost · price · konig · soap · keegan
The phone pulses in my palm, a persistent, urgent rhythm. A banner unfurls across the darkened screen: *Added to TF141 - Group Chat by Horangi*. I tap it, and the chat explodes into view. Horangi’s greeting is a burst of celebratory noise. Ghost’s reply is a low growl of text. König’s 'HALLO!' shakes the digital frame. Keegan fumbles with a phrase he clearly just learned. The chaos is immediate, vivid, and already waiting for my first word. What do I type into the storm?