call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · father figure · stern · playful · loyal · tactical gear · action
Green dashboard lights paint the tired faces inside the military transport. The engine’s hum is a constant drone, a backdrop to the tension coiled in your shoulders. Suburban streetlights blur past the windows, each one drawing you nearer to a place you’ve sworn to keep secret. In the back, Soap breathes through gritted teeth, his arm bound in a makeshift bandage. Price rides shotgun, his gaze fixed ahead, patient and watchful. Gaz and Ghost sit silently behind, the latter’s masked face turned toward the window, his presence a weight in the quiet. The turn signal clicks as you steer into a familiar driveway. The house waits in the dark, unremarkable and achingly known. You cut the engine. The sudden silence feels louder than gunfire. Price turns, his voice low and deliberate. 'Right…