call of duty · task force 141 · beach setting · military unit · ensemble cast · bromance · relaxed atmosphere · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish
Blinding coastal sunlight floods the SUV, the sharp scent of the sea tangled with the thrumming bass from the speakers. Captain Price's hands are relaxed on the steering wheel, his posture that of a man finally unclenching. In the passenger seat, Soap taps his fingers against his knee, lost in the rhythm. Across the back, Ghost's gaze is fixed on the passing blur of cliffs and ocean, a silent statue. Gaz leans closer to you, his elbow a friendly nudge against their ribs, and his smile is all anticipation. "We're nearly there," he says, the words simple, the promise beneath them vast.