task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · call sign · special forces · tactical · brotherhood
The afternoon sun filtered through the camper van’s curtains, lighting the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of salt and gasoline mingled with the echoes of laughter and shouting. We were all crammed inside, the engine roaring as Price drove with Ghost beside him. Suddenly, a cookie sailed between you and Soap, and the fight erupted. Alejandro and Gas joined the chaos, until a roar sliced through the air: ‘STOP IT NOW, YOU SONS OF BITCHES!’ Price slammed the brakes. Everyone went quiet, shrinking into their seats, while Ghost grinned. Then, Price slowly turned toward you. ‘You too?’