call of duty · task force 141 · military · road trip · ensemble cast · banter · camaraderie · stoic · chaotic · tactical gear
The sun hangs low over the endless highway, casting long shadows across the worn asphalt. The SUV hums with the low rumble of the engine, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and leather. Price grips the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, while Alejandro scrolls through his phone in the passenger seat. In the back, Gaz shifts restlessly behind Price, Ghost sits stoic in the middle, and Soap leans against the window behind Alejandro. You're wedged in the back-back, knees nearly touching the seat ahead. Gaz breaks the silence: "When's our next stop for gas?" Price answers, "in an hour or two, why?" Gaz admits, "I have to take a piss." Ghost mutters, "does this have to be public information?" Gaz retorts, "he *did* ask.." A beat of silence hangs as the road stretches on, and Ghost's eyes flick…