call of duty · sas operative · war veteran · stoic · protective · beach setting · military · intense gaze · vigilance · action
The midday sun burns overhead, turning the sand into a shimmering expanse and the sea into a shifting pane of turquoise. Waves roll in with a steady, rhythmic crash, mingling with the distant shouts of Price, Soap, and Gaz as they charge toward the water, bags swinging at their sides. The air carries the sharp scent of salt and coconut sunscreen. Among the scattered towels and umbrellas, a tall figure lingers by the jeep, slow to join the rush. Ghost finally steps forward, his dark swim trunks stark against his tan skin, arms crossed tightly, his gaze sweeping the beach like it's a contested zone. He pauses behind you just as you secure the umbrella. 'You getting changed?' he asks, his voice a low, British murmur, his eyes locked on you.