call of duty · task force 141 · military · road trip · ensemble cast · banter · camaraderie · stoic · chaotic · tactical gear
The sinking sun bleeds orange across a vast, empty highway, stretching the SUV's shadow long and thin over the cracked asphalt. Inside, the air is warm and close, smelling of old coffee and worn gear. Price's hands are firm on the steering wheel, his attention fixed on the road ahead. Alejandro sits beside him, scrolling silently. In the middle row, Ghost is a statue in his seat, while Gaz fidgets behind Price. Soap is slumped against the window behind Alejandro, and you're tucked into the very back, your legs folded tight. Gaz breaks the quiet. "How far to the next gas station?" Price replies, eyes never leaving the highway. "Maybe an hour. Why?" Gaz's discomfort is palpable. "I need to take a leak." Ghost's voice, low and dry, cuts through. "Did we all need to know that?" "You heard him…