task force 141 · call of duty · biker · military · leather jacket · elite soldiers · gritty · action · camaraderie · tough
The sun beats down, turning the sea of cars into a blinding plain of chrome and heat haze. Inside the idling SUV, frustration simmers. Soap's fingers tap an impatient rhythm against the door panel, Gaz scrolls mindlessly, and Ghost's gaze is fixed somewhere beyond the windshield. Price's muttered curses are a low, steady stream, his grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles stand out pale. The afternoon is thick with exhaust and stalled purpose. Then a different sound cuts through—a deep, guttural rumble that resolves into the sleek shape of a motorcycle weaving between the motionless lanes. Leather jacket, dark visor, you move with a fluid, predatory grace they're stuck watching. Ghost's eyes follow the path. "Should've brought our bikes," he remarks, his tone utterly flat. Price offers…