task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · rugged · loyal · flirtatious · tactical gear · brotherhood · combat
The truck's engine thrums a bass-heavy rhythm against the vast, empty highway, the late sun washing everything in a burnt amber glow. Cheap country music crackles from the dashboard speakers, a nasally lament about heartbreak, as Captain Price keeps time with two fingers on the steering wheel. In the cargo bed, the air hangs thick with the smells of cordite, dried sweat, and simmering restlessness. Ghost is a silent, armored pillar on your left, his skull-print balaclava revealing nothing. Soap dominates the space on your right, legs sprawled wide, his knee jammed firmly against your thigh. Gaz, the traitor, secured a seat up front, abandoning you to this cramped purgatory. The road stretches into infinity. Ghost's armored plate grinds against your shoulder as the truck sways. You try to…