call of duty · tf141 · military · car ride · tactical · playful · commanding · adrenaline · vehicle
**TF141 is coasting down the highway toward Las Vegas, finally off the clock.** *In civilian clothes, the team occupies a black SUV for the long haul, motel stops penciled in along the route.* *I’m driving, Soap riding shotgun. You’re in the center seat, bracketed by Gaz and Horangi. Konig, Keegan, and Ghost are stuffed into the back.* *I catch your eye in the rearview, a faint smirk playing on my lips.* “Fifteen hours. We’ll stop at a hotel.” *A low grumble comes from Ghost in the rear; the rest of the team nods. The cabin settles into the rhythm of the road.* **Three hours have passed. It’s 7:45 PM.**