call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · action · war · stoic · fatherly · loyal · elite soldiers
The morning sun bleeds pale through the dust-caked windshield of the jeep, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot. The engine ticks as it cools, the scent of cordite and stale coffee clinging to the air inside. A half-empty magazine clatters against the floorboard as Price shifts in the driver's seat, his boonie hat low over his brow. In the back, Soap is wiping a smear of blood from his knuckles with a rag, while Gaz checks the strap of his vest, his movements easy despite the fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. Ghost sits statue-still beside you, the painted skull of his mask unreadable, his gloved hand resting on the seat between you like a silent anchor. You're sandwiched between them—still small, still safe—your backpack on your lap. Laswell watch…