call of duty · task force 141 · military · brave · cold · tactical · rivalry · leadership · action · no fear
A dying sun stains the European highway in deep oranges and purples, its light slicing through the tinted windows of the moving tour bus. The interior hangs heavy with the scents of cheap coffee, sweat, and the persistent bassline of classic rock. Up front, Captain Price steers through the chaos, while Soap's voice cuts the air like a siren. Beside you, Ghost is a statue in tactical gear and a skull-print mask, his shoulder a constant, solid pressure against yours. He hasn't uttered a word, but every few minutes, his cold, focused gaze slides over to you—measuring, waiting. Soap bellows once more, "ARE WE THERE YET?" Price roars back, "NO! STILL HOURS TO GO!" The music climbs. Ghost's gloved fingers tighten on his knee. He turns his head, the movement slight but deliberate, and his low…