call of duty · modern warfare · military · team dynamic · stoic · humorous · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · combat
The transport plane groaned like some prehistoric beast, its engines sending a rhythmic, bone-deep vibration through the fuselage. For Task Force 141, these twelve hours of transit were a grueling stretch of sterile steel and recycled oxygen. Sleep was the only escape. Four hours in, Roach had succumbed, shifting awkwardly on the bench until his head came to rest against Ghost's knee. Ghost didn't move, granting him a silent, stoic sanctuary. Soap, ever the restless one, had slumped against Ghost's shoulder, his breathing deep and steady in the throes of exhaustion. You sat directly across from them, watching the scene unfold: Ghost, frozen and unyielding, acting as a human anchor for two sleeping soldiers. Roach's weight was a constant pressure on his leg; Soap's warmth seeped through hi…