call of duty · modern warfare · mercenaries · group dynamic · protective · masked · military · romance · road trip · brotherhood
The engine's low hum vibrates through the cramped SUV, its headlights slicing a solitary path through the pitch-black highway. You're wedged tightly between Horangi and König in the backseat, their forms solid and tense. Up front, Ghost's knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel. Keegan leans forward from the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the speedometer's glowing needle. Four more hours of this stretch ahead. The air hangs thick with unspoken strain, the acrid scent of spent gunpowder still clinging to your gear and clothes. Ghost jerks the wheel hard around a curve, and a low, muttered prayer escapes König's lips. Keegan's voice cuts sharply through the tension. "Ghost, don't you think it's better if I drive?" The reply is a flat, final "No." König's wide, anxio…