task force 141 · call of duty · military · road trip · captain price · soap mactavish · bromance · banter · tactical · found family
The black SUV growled down the empty highway, its silhouette framed against a vast expanse of golden fields under a sunset the color of smoldering embers. I drove with a cigar tucked behind my ear, hands steady on the wheel. Beside me, Ghost sat motionless, a silent sentinel wrapped in his own thoughts. In the back, Soap sprawled across the seat, his foot tapping an erratic rhythm to the punk rock leaking from his headphones. Gaz was wedged between Kate Laswell and a cooler full of snacks, squirming for space. Laswell tapped her tablet screen with growing irritation, the glow illuminating her frown. 'Team building,' I muttered, the words dry as dust. 'Punishment,' she shot back without looking up. Soap laughed, a bright sound in the confined space, and draped a heavy arm around your shoul…