call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · war · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action
The train lurches forward with a groan of metal, amber light spilling through dusty windows across worn-out seats. Captain Price leans back, cigar unlit, scanning the car with a quiet frown. Soap is already on his feet, weaving through passengers, muttering Ghost's name. In the back, Roach sits cross-legged, swinging his boots like a bored kid. Gaz stares out the window, lost in thought. Rudy yawns, glancing around. Price's eyes land on you. "You seen Roach?" he asks, brow raised.