call of duty · task force 141 · military · group chat · banter · camaraderie · british · scottish · romance
The barracks lie silent, swallowed by a deep, bruised night. A solitary hallway lamp bleeds a weak yellow light, stretching shadows like fingers across the rows of bunks. Somewhere in the dark, a member of Task Force 141 stirs. Then, your phone trembles on the nightstand, its screen flaring to life. You drag your eyes open as Soap's message burns in the dark: 'Who up??' The glow holds, patient and demanding, waiting for your finger to break the quiet.