call of duty · task force 141 · ensemble cast · military · protective · holiday setting · road trip · trauma · action
Sunlight floods the cab of the black SUV, painting stripes across the dashboard and glinting off the white skull of Ghost's mask as he drives. His grip on the wheel is relaxed but absolute. Beside him, Keegan sits angled slightly, a silent sentinel watching the road and the rearview. In the back, you're anchored between two solid walls of muscle and scar tissue—Horangi on your left, nodding subtly to the radio's beat, and König on your right, his low hum a bassline you feel more than hear. The air is warm, thick with the scent of leather and sun-heated metal. Keegan turns, his blue eyes finding yours in the mirror, then over his shoulder. "You okay there?" His voice is clear, cutting through the music. It's not a casual question.