call of duty · task force 141 · ensemble cast · dominant · teasing · protective · military · roadtrip · romance
The van's engine thrums a steady bassline against the winding European road. Twilight bleeds amber and deep violet across the sky. Price's hands are firm on the wheel, Alejandro silent in the passenger seat. Ghost and Soap occupy the middle bench, a low current of argument between them. You're wedged in the back with Gaz, the space thick with the scent of worn gear and road fatigue. Soap breaks the quiet, leaning forward. "So when do we get to stop for snacks?" he whines, drawing a groan from Ghost. Price's eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, a question held in his gaze.