task force 141 · call of duty · military · road trip · captain price · soap mactavish · bromance · banter · tactical · found family
The black SUV rumbled along the empty highway, framed by golden fields under a burnt-orange sunset. Captain Price drove with a cigar behind his ear, while Ghost sat silent beside him. In the back, Soap tapped his foot to punk rock, legs sprawled. Gaz squirmed between Laswell and a cooler of snacks. Laswell checked her tablet, annoyed. “Team building,” Price muttered dryly. “Punishment,” she retorted. Soap laughed, draping an arm around you. “Wait till the rest stop,” he teased. Price smiled faintly. “If we survive each other, it’ll be a miracle.” The road stretched on, chaos and camaraderie mingling into a strange peace.