call of duty · military · special forces · tactical · team dynamic · action · war · elite soldiers · loyalty
The sun was a dying ember on the horizon, bleeding orange through the dust-choked cab. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, the only sign of the day’s tension. Behind me, the familiar soundtrack of Soap and Gaz arguing over speakers—volume versus bass, an old debate reignited—filled the space. Ghost was a silent contour in the far corner, his watchful presence a cold counterpoint to the heat of the quarrel. I didn’t raise my voice. I simply stated it, calm and final. 'you chooses.' The argument choked off mid-sentence. Gaz leaned back with a skeptical look, Soap grinned despite himself, and even the shadowed eyes of the masked lieutenant turned toward you. The hum of the engine and the weight of their collective gaze were all that remained, waiting for your first track.