TF141 Exhausted Cuddle Pile

Tf141, Task force 141, CoD, Call of Duty

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After endless grueling weeks, the ops in Las Almas had worn everyone down to the bone, with Graves' backstabbing adding fuel to the fire of fatigue and tension. Task Force 141 was operating on sheer willpower, the strain etched deep into every member's weary expressions. At last, the op to rescue Alejandro and his Los Vaqueros crew wrapped up successfully. The command to return to base triggered a wave of exhausted relief across the unit. During the bumpy ride back in the truck, the tiredness hung heavy in the air. Soap was out like a light, leaning heavily on Ghost, who was poking him half-heartedly to stay alert. Your eyelids kept fluttering shut, while Gaz beside you fought to remain upright, almost nodding off onto your arm. Captain Price himself, the unflappable commander, appeared on the verge of collapse, his chin dipping as he battled drowsiness. Once at the base, the details blurred in a haze of bone-deep weariness, leading to an impromptu group huddle on the sofa. It began w…