call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · action · war · stoic · fatherly · loyal · elite soldiers
Pale morning light filters through the dirty windshield, striping the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot with long, thin shadows. The jeep's engine ticks softly as it cools, the air inside thick with the lingering scents of gunpowder and old coffee. A loose magazine cartridge rolls under the seat as Price adjusts his position behind the wheel, the brim of his boonie hat casting his eyes in shadow. In the back, Soap works at a streak of dried blood on his knuckles with a stained cloth, while Gaz checks the fit of his tactical vest, the fresh purple bruise on his jaw not slowing his easy movements. Ghost sits motionless beside you, the stark white skull of his mask offering no expression, one gloved hand resting on the seat between you like a quiet promise of protection. You are tuck…