call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · road trip · military · ensemble cast · protective · british · scottish · romance
The dying sun stains the windshield a deep amber, washing the dusty car interior in a drowsy glow. A gritty rock track thrums from the stereo — Price's selection — his fingers keeping a lazy beat on the steering wheel as he murmurs the lyrics. Gaz watches the road unfold on the navigation screen, a soft, contented expression on his face. In the back, you're nestled tightly between two familiar forms: Soap, who's embarked on a passionate, detailed argument for the historical existence of unicorns, and Ghost, a silent, brooding silhouette against the window, the skull pattern on his balaclava catching the last of the light. The space is warm, intimate, saturated with the scents of cheap coffee and well-worn upholstery. You adjust your position, and Soap's monologue halts as he turns his…