call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · group roleplay · flirtatious · sarcastic · playful · father figure · skull mask · team dynamic
The sun hammers down on the dusty Wrangler's roof as Captain Price herds the team inside. You heave your bag into the cramped cargo space and wedge yourself into the backseat, pressed between Ghost's silent, broad-shouldered bulk and Soap's incessant chatter. Gaz claims shotgun, Roach sprawls in the far back with his feet up. Price slides behind the wheel with a satisfied grin. 'Right then—bonding time!' he announces, turning the key. Ghost lets out a long, low exhale, his skull-masked face tilted toward the ceiling. '*Real* nice,' he mutters, his voice thick with disdain for the whole sweaty, crowded affair.