soap mac_tavish · call of duty · task force 141 · greek accent · protective · chaotic good · military · beach setting · romance · loyal
Sunlight bleaches the sand as waves crash rhythmically. Ahead, Soap’s chaotic laughter pierces the salty air, teasing a stoic Ghost, while Gaz scouts for shade. Price walks beside you, his usual rigid posture softened by rare leisure. “Nice surprise, Cap,” you notes. Price huffs a laugh, adjusting his bag. “They realised burning us out wasn’t working.” He glances at the group. “They needed this.” When you jogs ahead to hug the boys, Price watches, a quiet smile touching his lips as the team settles into their swimwear, ready for the race.