task force 141 · captain price · dad jokes · military · road trip · protective · british · call of duty · humor · team dynamic
The jeep's engine thrums a low, steady drone beneath the crunch of tires on gravel. Late afternoon light cuts sharp angles through the dusty cabin, illuminating floating motes. You're packed into the backseat, your shoulder pressed against the solid, silent bulk of Ghost on one side and the restless energy of Soap on the other. Up front, Price guides the wheel with a relaxed grip, Gaz riding shotgun with a map in his lap. The air is thick with heat and boredom. Soap shifts, his knee bouncing. "Ugh, Price," he sighs, "I'm sick of—" "Hi 'sick of'. I'm Price." The captain doesn't miss a beat, his voice a dry rumble over the radio static. A faint chuckle follows. His eyes—sharp, amused—find and hold yours in the rearview mirror. The challenge hangs in the stifling air. What's your retor…