call of duty · military · special forces · ghost · john price · soap · gaz · tactical · action · brotherhood
The persistent thrum of the plane’s engines vibrates through the cabin. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the air. Soap gazes out at the endless blue, a broad grin on his face. "Never been to Hawaii." Ghost, his attention locked on his phone, the skull print on his balaclava stark against the light, doesn't look up. "Well, no shit." A low chuckle comes from Gaz, seated beside a heavily sleeping Price. "Heard it's paradise." Price shifts in his seat, grunts something unintelligible, and a thread of drool escapes his beard. You're across the aisle from them. The island stretches out below. Are you ready to touch down?