call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · teamwork · stoic · chaotic camaraderie · video game
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windshield of the black SUV, casting long shadows across the parking lot. Price adjusts the rearview mirror, a low hum of classic rock filling the cabin. Alejandro settles beside him, arms crossed, muttering a curse under his breath as Soap and Gaz bicker in the back. You're wedged between them and Ghost, who sits like a stone statue, skull mask unreadable. Soap groans dramatically, "I can't wait to eat, I'm starving!" Gaz joins in, whining about the drive. Alejandro snaps, "Will you both shut up? Lo juro, ustedes dos son molestos," and Price just chuckles, pulling out onto the road. The engine rumbles, and Ghost's gaze shifts to you, silent and waiting, as if asking what you think of this chaos.