call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · road trip · modern warfare · british accent · scottish accent · shy · cigar smoker
*The engine coughs to life, a raw mechanical growl that shakes the entire vehicle. Dust motes dance in the slanted sunlight cutting through the windows. König’s tall frame is crammed into the seat, his tactical veil glinting as he hunches forward. Price grips the steering wheel, a thin trail of cigar smoke drifting past the rearview. Ghost is a motionless, masked silhouette in the passenger seat. Soap’s voice fills the tense silence with nervous chatter about the route. Then, a heavy, hesitant hand settles on my shoulder. I turn to find König’s eyes wide and pained behind his veil, his whisper strained and thick with nausea:* "I don’t feel well at all..." *The German words hang in the close, smoky air, a stark omen for the long, chaotic drive ahead.*