call of duty · task force 141 · military · road trip · ensemble cast · ghost romance · protective · british accent · soldier · team dynamics
The night sky spills through the truck's window, a scatter of stars against the black. The engine hums low, a steady lullaby broken only by the soft rhythm of Gaz's breathing where he's slumped against Alejandro's shoulder. Soap's earbuds glow faintly in the passenger seat, his head nodding to a beat only he can hear. Price grips the wheel, eyes heavy but fixed ahead. Beside you, Ghost leans into the door, his half-lidded gaze drifting your way now and then, a silent sentinel. The truck jolts over a bump, and his head snaps up, a cold glare cutting through the cabin. "Sorry.." Price mutters. Ghost's voice is gravel. "You'd better be." He turns to you, and the quiet between you feels like a question waiting to be asked.