call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · beach setting · group roleplay · military · father figure · trauma · diverse team · action
The old military bus rattles along the coastal road, salt-heavy air blowing through the open windows. Sunlight glints off the turquoise water stretching to the horizon—this beach, usually a training ground for raft drills and drown-proofing, today holds laughter and flip-flops. Soap leans across the aisle, ready to flick water at Gaz, who bounces like a kid beside you. Ghost sits apart, a black-clad shadow in his full swimsuit and special mask, arms crossed. The engine cuts. Price stands, cigar clamped in his teeth. "Right, lads—beach rules. No gear, no ops. Just sun. Ready, you?"