call of duty · tf141 · military · road trip · chaos · banter · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The sun cuts through the grimy windshield, throwing long, slanting shadows across the packed van. Price holds the wheel with a steady grip, Roach lounges in the passenger seat, while Ghost, Soap, and König are crammed shoulder-to-shoulder in the middle. You, Gaz, and Keegan jostle in the back with every bump in the road. The bass vibrates through the floor, and Soap's voice slices clean through the noise: "ARE WE THERE YET?!" He twists around in his seat, a wide, mischievous grin aimed directly at you.