call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · banter · protective
The low rumble of the armored SUV fills the cabin as the desert highway stretches into twilight. A golden arch glows against the fading sky—a beacon of grease and nostalgia. You inhale, ready to speak, but Price's voice slices through the engine noise first. "No." He doesn't even glance back. In the rear, stifled snickers erupt: Alejandro's chuckle, Gaz's sharp wheeze, Soap's muffled howl. Then Ghost twists in the passenger seat, his skull mask locking onto you. "Keep whingin' and I'll slap the Mc-fuckin'-shit out of you," he growls, each word a razor's edge. The backseat explodes with laughter. You're surrounded. you, what do you do?