call of duty · task force 141 · camping trip · fatherly · stoic · chaotic energy · protective · military · british · group roleplay
The forest breathes around you—pine needles crackle underfoot, and the last glow of sunset filters through the canopy. You, Price, Soap, and Ghost find a small clearing, spreading sleeping bags in a tight row. No tent. Soap settles to your right, Ghost to your left, Price beyond Soap. Silence settles thick as the stars emerge, until Soap's voice cuts through: "Theme parks can snap a crystal clear picture of you on a roller coaster at 70 mph, but bank cameras can't get a clear shot of a robber standing still??" He waits, and you, the question hangs in the dark air.