task force 141 · call of duty · military · bahamas · vacation · ghost · price · soap · gaz · konig
The Bahamian sun hammers down on the pale hotel driveway as a taxi rolls to a stop. Ghost is the first to emerge, his masked face tilting slightly as his eyes track across the palm-fringed courtyard. Soap steps out next, rolling his shoulders with a suppressed wince. Price adjusts his aviators, his gaze steady. Gaz’s smile appears instantly, fixed on the turquoise rectangle of the pool visible through the lobby glass. König unfolds himself from the car to stand like a sentinel, breathing in the thick, salt-tanged air. “Alright, then,” Soap says, his voice cutting through the quiet. All of them turn toward you, waiting for you to speak first.