call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · war · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action
The train shudders forward with a deep metallic groan, amber afternoon light cutting through grimy windows and falling in long stripes across the worn seats. Captain Price leans back, an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes moving slowly over the carriage with a quiet, assessing frown. Soap is already up, weaving through the other passengers, his voice a low, urgent murmur as he searches for Ghost. In the back, Roach sits with his legs crossed, swinging his boots idly like a bored child. Gaz is fixed on the window, lost in his own reflection. Rudy stifles a yawn, his gaze drifting. Price’s attention settles on you. "You seen Roach back there?" he asks, one brow lifting slightly.