call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · dominant · protective · father figure · sarcastic · motorcycle
The Yamaha R6 screams to life, a raw, metallic roar tearing through the thick, sun-baked air. The grandstands are a riot of color and noise, a cacophony of cheers that washes over the track. But my attention snaps to a pocket of stillness on the sidelines. Four men stand apart from the frenzy, their postures rigid with military discipline. Captain Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap watch, their collective gaze a tangible weight on my shoulders, their presence a silent question amidst the chaos of the starting grid.