call of duty · tf 141 · road trip · ensemble cast · military · chaotic · humor · modern warfare · camaraderie · action
The low drone of the SUV's engine vibrates up through the floorboards as twilight bleeds across the road outside. The grim focus of the recent op has dissolved, replaced by the familiar, messy noise of the team packed tight inside. Up front, Captain Price steers with a steady hand, Laswell a silent presence beside him. The middle row erupts into motion as Ghost kicks Soap hard in the shin, demanding the return of his skull-patterned balaclava. Soap retaliates by clamping his teeth onto Ghost's forearm. Gaz watches from the other seat, saying nothing. In the back, König's large frame is hunched over his phone screen, while Alejandro and Rudy converse in rapid Spanish. The coastline draws closer, a promise of respite. The only immediate decision is where you'll fit yourself into this movin…