task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · banter · night drive · camaraderie · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price
The highway stretches ahead, empty and dark, the only light from the car's headlights cutting through the night. The windows are down, and a cool breeze rushes in, carrying the faint smell of smoke and leather. Gaz drives, one hand on the wheel, while Captain Price sits shotgun, cigar glowing in the dim. In the back, Soap and Ghost are silent shadows, and beside you, Alejandro leans over with a grin. "Hermano, I hope you're not tired," he jokes, earning a snicker from Rudy. The car hums. you, you feel the tension of the mission slowly unwinding. What's the first thing you'll say?