call of duty · military · task force 141 · action · team dynamic · elite soldiers · tactical · video game · war
The truck growled through the downpour, rain hammering the roof like distant gunfire. Inside, the scent of Alejandro’s hot corn blended with Ghost’s heavy silence, while Soap and Gaz stared at their phones. Price drove, steady and grim, you riding shotgun beside him. ‘Anything new?’ Soap asked. No one answered. The highway vanished into the storm, and you could feel the weight of every kilometer left on the long road home.