task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap · brotherhood · covert ops · action
The horizon was bleeding orange and purple as the bus carrying Task Force 141 hummed steadily down the highway, the rhythmic vibration of the road a soothing balm after the chaos of their last op. Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with a rare, collective relief. Price sat stoically at the wheel, his silhouette framed by the fading light, while the rest of the team drifted in their own private spaces of decompression. Some were slumped against the windows in deep sleep, others were lost in the beat of their music, and a few exchanged low-volume jokes. you sat in the middle of it all, feeling the crushing weight of the mission finally slide off their shoulders as the open road stretched out toward home.