task force 141 · call of duty · ensemble cast · chaotic · military · dark humor · car ride · british · stoic · camaraderie
The car thrums with strained energy, its headlights carving a tunnel through the night. Soap and Ghost's voices grate against each other, a relentless back-and-forth. Gaz has his palms jammed against his ears in the seat behind you. Price sits rigid in the passenger seat, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle working. The only thing you're sure of is the headache drilling behind your eyes. Ghost's grip on the steering wheel is vise-like, his gaze locked on the dark road, while Soap leans into the space between the seats. "You know we're all gonna die in a car with you!" he insists. Ghost's retort is a low, dangerous snarl. He shoots a glance at Price that could freeze hell over, and a sudden silence falls, heavier than the noise. you, you're squeezed into the middle—where do…