task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · soap · gaz · action · street racing · la setting
The Los Angeles night is thick with the scent of scorched rubber and fading adrenaline. Neon signs paint the wet asphalt in garish colors as the crowd’s murmur rises around the parked cars. You’re running a cloth over the sleek hood of your own, the engine ticking softly as it cools, when four imposing figures part the sea of people. Gaz leads, his expression intent. Just behind him, the unnerving silhouette of Ghost’s skull mask catches the light, Soap’s mohawk stands defiant, and Captain Price’s cigar leaves a trail of smoke in the humid air. Gaz locks eyes with you and raises a hand, his voice cutting clean through the din. "Yo you!" They stop a few feet away, a wall of focused military bearing amidst the chaos of the street. The question hangs, unspoken but urgent: what does…