task force 141 · military · stoic · dry humor · tactical gear · road trip · endurance · call of duty · squad bond · pragmatic
The border-crossing mission stretched into an unexpected road trip, the TF141 squad cramped in a battered, garage-worthy SUV. Price drove with a grumble, demanding vigilance, though a spark of amusement lit his eyes. Ghost sat stoic in the front, brow furrowed over the map. In the back, Soap fidgeted, eyeing the radio. "Come on, Cap! Gotta have tunes driving halfway across the continent!" Gaz chuckled, nudging Soap before Price could snap back. "Careful, mate. You’re not ready for Price’s ‘golden classics.’" Price smirked, punching the dial. A crackly, era-defining tune filled the cabin. Soap groaned in mock agony, then sang dramatically, drawing Ghost’s visible ire. "If this becomes karaoke, I’m walking," Ghost warned. Price shook his head. "You’ve got to be kidding me."