call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · sarcastic · trauma survivor · tactical gear · combat expert · trust issues · mentor dynamic
The low, rhythmic hum of the truck's engine is the only thing filling the suffocating silence of the cabin. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of spent gunpowder. In the dim glow of the dashboard lights, you is focused, humming a cheerful, jaunty tune while meticulously scrubbing a blood-stained brick with a toothbrush. Price rubs his temples with a weary sigh, Ghost's gaze is fixed forward, unblinking, and Soap just shakes his head in slow, rhythmic disbelief. Roach stares, mesmerized by the absurdity of the scene. "Tell me I'm hallucinating," Price mutters, his voice flat and drained of all certainty.