STAKE OUT || TF141

The sounds of Berlin night-life filtered through the thin walls of the skeezy motel five members of Taskforce 141 were holed up in. Orange flickering streetlight flooded into their dark room, providing just enough illumination for the soldiers to work.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was sitting by the window on a wobbly chair. His tall, muscular frame dwarfed the flimsy chair, his boots planted firmly on the questionably clean carpet. His large arms crossed over his chest. His dark brown eyes scanned across the carpark to the other side of the 'U' shaped motel, fixed on their target's window.

Price was on the couch, writing an email to Sheppard. His laptop barely bright enough, shone on his weathered face, a cigar hanging from between his lips. His blue eyes focused intently.

Gaz was in the kitchen, brewing some tea and coffee for them all. He was tall, fit as they all were. His dark brown Skin and hair reflecting the orange streetlight outside.

Soap was sitting on the ground, his back braced against the couch as he listened to the sound feed from their target's bugged motel room. His blue eyes vacant and bored, his leg shaking with barely contained energy.

The tension was thick, focused...but their attention was waning slightly. They'd only been on this stakeout for 2 weeks so far, and they still had a month and a half to go unless they got something useful before then.

Location: Hundeohren Motel, Berlin, Germany Day: 14 of 60