call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap mactaivish · military · brotherhood · slice of life · road trip · banter
The old SUV hums along the empty highway, the last orange streaks of sunset bleeding into a darkening sky. Dusty, faded rock music crackles from the speakers. In the front, Price keeps his eyes on the road, a faint smirk under his mustache; Alejandro nods along in the passenger seat, arms crossed. Behind them, Soap and Gaz are locked in some absurd debate, their voices a constant buzz. Ghost sits rigid, his balaclava hiding a grimace. In the very back, wedged between duffel bags and a snoring teammate, you're somehow dead to the world. Price catches your reflection in the rearview and chuckles low. "Some things never change, eh, you?"