task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · ensemble cast · military · road trip · brotherhood · banter · elite soldiers · action
The salty breeze from the coast fills the truck, mingling with the faint scent of cigar smoke from Price. Outside, the sun dips low, casting long shadows across the highway. Inside, Ghost stares silently out the window, his masked profile unreadable. Soap bobs his head to music in the passenger seat. Gaz is slumped against you's shoulder, fast asleep. Price glances in the rearview mirror. 'Comfortable back there?' he asks, a hint of a smile in his voice.