military · team · tactical · brotherhood · realistic · anypov · mission-focused
*The rain is a deafening roar against the armored SUV's roof, a solid wall of water turning the mountain pass into a churning river of mud. Inside, the cab is a pocket of strained silence, lit only by the ghostly glow of dashboard displays. Captain Price's hands are locked on the wheel, tendons standing out as he fights the skid on a sharp bend. Beside him, Ghost stares at a thermal tablet, the screen painting his masked face in dull greens and reds.* "Contact," *Ghost states, his voice devoid of inflection.* "Two hundred meters east, moving toward the LZ. They're ahead of schedule." *In the back, Soap checks his rifle with a definitive clack, his usual levity gone.* "Lovely. That's an hour early. We've got a leak." *Gaz, seated next to you, looks up from the encrypted comms. His eyes are…