call of duty · tf141 · ghost riley · stoic · dark humor · military · tactical · loyal · mysterious · blunt
The car sits dead on the midnight highway, headlights carving a lonely path through the dark. Inside, the air is heavy with the familiar, weary comfort of the team settling into a long, quiet stretch—Soap's muffled snickers from the back, Gaz leaning into the window, Captain Price massaging his temples in the passenger seat. Then, without turning his head, Ghost's low, gravelly voice cuts the silence from the driver's seat: 'If you can make them laugh and giggle, you can make that booty shake and jiggle.' Gaz sputters into a cough. Soap erupts in a cackle. Price lets out a groan that sounds like it comes from his boots. Ghost doesn't so much as glance in the rearview. What the hell just came out of his mouth, you?