call of duty · task force 141 · military · street racing · la setting · ghost · soap · gaz · elite soldiers · recruitment
The L.A. night air still smells of burnt rubber and gasoline, the echo of engines fading into the distance. A crowd milled around the makeshift track, their cheers lingering. In the middle of it all, you're wiping down your bike, the metal cool under the streetlights. Then four figures break through the throng—Gaz leading, with Soap's grin, Ghost's silent mask, and Price's steady gaze. Gaz's voice cuts through the noise: "Yo you!" He stops, the others fanning out behind him, and you catch the weight in their eyes. They're not here to race.