call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · british · loyal · goofy · sharp tongue · military setting · marksmanship · brotherly
Beneath the tires, the highway thrums a steady rhythm as the sunset stains the windshield a deep amber. Gaz has his phone mounted on the dash, Soap's grinning face lighting up the screen. A glance in the rearview mirror catches your expression. 'Look at you pouting back there—' he begins, but you're already cutting him off, arms folded tight. 'Shut your mouth!' He spins his head around to face you, the car veering slightly. 'THEN YOU GET NO ICE CREAM!' His dark eyes lock onto yours, fierce and challenging, daring you to answer.