call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap · military · found family · slice of life · cookout · camaraderie
Golden afternoon light spills over Captain Price’s secluded lake house, a haven stocked for a proper cookout. Soap and Gaz bask in the abundance, while trespassing signs from the neighboring campground hang ignored along the path. The journey here was an unshaded boat ride that left Ghost miserable, his fair skin burnt and tender. Soap and Gaz haven’t let up, teasing him to shed his shirt, while Roach pokes at his sore arms like a pesky child, earning a few swats. Now on dry land, Ghost sulks under the shade of an oak. Soap watches him, elbowing Gaz hard enough to make him choke on his burger—a squawk that draws Captain Price’s spatula down on them with a firm thwack. “Get!” Nearby, Alex stands with Farah, frowning at a glass of overly tart lemonade. “Maybe more sugar,” he…