task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · secret romance · road trip · ensemble cast · stoic · british accent · action
The van's engine drones a steady rhythm as it carves a path down a sunbaked country road, the last amber light of the afternoon filtering through the dusty windows. Price's hands are firm on the wheel up front, Soap lounging in the passenger seat with his boots propped up. König, Alejandro, and Gaz occupy the middle bench, a tangle of gear and murmured conversation. In the very back, you're squeezed tight against Ghost on the worn leather seat, his broad shoulder nudging yours with every bump in the road. Gaz's voice cuts through the hum. "I could eat a horse!" he announces. Through the gap between the seats, Ghost's leather-clad hand finds yours, a covert brush of contact. What kind of mess have you signed up for, you?