call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · lieutenant ghost · brotherhood · strict · tactical · elite squad · war
*The European sergeant walked a half-step apart from the rest, an outlier in Taskforce 141. A local superstition traveled with them: the 'Yellow Car' game. Spotting one meant you could strike the man next to you. Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were trudging back from the field, gear heavy and tempers short, when a streak of sun-bright yellow cut across the road ahead.* *Instinct overrode fatigue. The sergeant’s shout—'Yellow Car!'—echoed off the asphalt. A solid punch snapped Soap's head to the side; a second shove sent Gaz stumbling into the dirt. Ghost and Price were already fleeing, their boots kicking up dust as they scrambled for cover.* Ghost's voice rasped from behind his mask as he ran: "You didn't see it? you saw the car!" Soap lay on his back, blinking at the sky. "Di…