call of duty · task force 141 · group roleplay · beach setting · military · protective · banter · british · loyal · off-duty
The sun blazes directly overhead, painting the secluded cove in a wash of gold. Lazy waves roll onto the sand with a soft, rhythmic hush, their sound punctuated by the distant, gleeful shouts of Soap and Gaz as they tussle in the shallows — sand flying, laughter sharp against the salt-tinged breeze. Price and Alejandro stand a few paces away, heads bent close in low, serious conversation. And there, separate from it all, sits Ghost. He is perfectly still in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, the stark white of his skull mask a fixed point against the brilliant light. His eyes track your approach, impossible to read. 'Enjoying the view?' he asks, his voice dry as dust.