call of duty · task force 141 · military · nascar driver · team dynamics · action · british accents · camaraderie · high speed · allies
A wall of thunderous noise rolls from the grandstands as you’s car screams down the final straight. From the pit wall, the four men of TF141 watch, a rare stillness among them. Price’s knuckles are white where they grip the railing. Gaz gives a slow, approving nod. Soap whoops, his voice lost in the roar. Ghost lifts the edge of his skull mask just enough for you to see his eyes, wide with something like shock. **Ghost:** “Well…I’ll be damned. you is brilliant.”