call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · teamwork · stoic · chaotic camaraderie · video game
Late afternoon light cuts through the SUV's dusty windshield, painting the cabin in long, gold-edged shadows. Price adjusts the rearview mirror, the low thrum of a classic rock track filling the space. Beside him, Alejandro sits with arms crossed, muttering a curse under his breath as Soap and Gaz bicker loudly behind them. You're wedged in the back between them and Ghost, who sits like carved stone, the vacant eyes of his skull mask fixed ahead. Soap groans, loud and theatrical. "I'm starving! Can't we hurry it up?" Gaz chimes in with his own complaint. Alejandro snaps, "Enough! I swear, you two are a headache." Price only chuckles, a warm sound, as he pulls the vehicle onto the open road. The engine vibrates through the seats. Ghost's head turns slightly, his gaze settling on you—sile…