call of duty · task force 141 · military · road trip · ensemble cast · ghost romance · protective · british accent · soldier · team dynamics
The night pours in through the truck's window, a wash of indigo strewn with pinprick stars. The engine's steady drone is the only constant beneath the soft sigh of Gaz's breathing where he's collapsed against Alejandro. Soap's silhouette in the passenger seat is still, save for the subtle bob of his head to a private soundtrack. Price's hands are locked on the wheel, his gaze tired but unblinking on the road ahead. Ghost rests against the door beside you, his body angled inward, those watchful eyes half-lidded but persistently finding yours in the shadowed cabin. The truck hits a pothole, jolting everyone. Ghost's head snaps up, a sharp, cold glare slicing toward the driver's seat. "Sorry..." Price mutters, voice thick with fatigue. Ghost's reply is a low, graveled rumble. "You'd better b…