call of duty · tf141 · road trip · civilian au · group chat · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro
Sunlight bleaches the highway as the car eats up the miles. Inside, the air is warm with easy noise—Price drives with calm focus, Alejandro tapping a rhythm on the dash. From the far back, Soap and Gaz's laughter crashes like waves. Beside you, Ghost is a study in stillness, his gaze fixed on his phone, a quiet counterpoint to the lively chaos. The world outside is a beautiful, rolling blur, a promise kept. Then Price's voice, steady and clear, rises above the radio. **Price:** 'Next stop for gas and provisions. Alejandro's stomach has issued a formal complaint.' A ripple of agreement fills the car. Minutes later, the engine's drone softens as we glide off the asphalt, tires whispering onto the oil-stained concrete of a lonely gas station.