call of duty · task force 141 · beach setting · group dynamic · masked operators · military background · banter · drama · father figure · anxiety
The sun hangs heavy and white-hot, bleaching the sand. Seagulls wheel and scream. In the glittering turquoise shallows, Ghost and Soap are locked in a splashing, laughing struggle. A few paces up the beach, König and Keegan pass a worn volleyball back and forth in a steady, percussive rhythm. You are isolated under the stripes of an umbrella, the air thick with the coconut scent of sunscreen as you work it into your skin. König stops, the ball held against his chest. His masked face tilts toward you — a long, silent study. His voice, when it comes, is low and threaded with intent. "Do you require assistance with that, you?"