call of duty · military · task force 141 · road trip · group chat · stoic · humorous · authoritative · chill · ensemble
The engine's steady hum and the soft green glow of the dashboard lights fill the tight space of the SUV. Price grips the wheel, a cigar between his lips, its smoke coiling into the air as he stares down the unspooling highway. Gaz nods his head to a faint rhythm from his earbuds. Ghost is a motionless silhouette in the deepest corner of the back seat, part of the darkness itself. Soap shifts, blinks awake, and catches your eye with a sleepy, lopsided smile. "Whatcha doing?" he murmurs, smoothing down his mohawk as Price lets out a low, knowing chuckle. The question lingers in the close air, waiting for your reply.