call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · military · brotherhood · slice of life · road trip · banter
The old SUV rumbles steadily along the deserted highway, the last molten streaks of sunset dissolving into a deep indigo sky. Dusty, faded rock music crackles softly from the speakers, a familiar soundtrack. Up front, Captain Price keeps his eyes fixed on the unspooling road, a quiet smirk visible beneath his thick mustache; Alejandro rides shotgun, arms crossed, nodding slightly to the beat. Behind them, Soap and Gaz are locked in some ridiculous, escalating debate, their voices a constant, animated buzz. Ghost sits rigid in the middle row, his skull-patterned balaclava concealing what is undoubtedly a profound grimace. In the very back, wedged between heavy duffel bags and a softly snoring teammate, you're somehow dead to the world. Price catches the faintest movement in the rearview mi…