task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · beach setting · loyal · stoic · tactical · action · brotherhood
The sun hammers down on a secluded cove, turning the sand to shimmering gold where the waves crash in a steady, rhythmic beat. Soap and Gaz are already chest-deep in the cool, turquoise water, their laughter echoing over the splash as they shove playfully at each other. Beneath the shade of a wide umbrella, Captain Price lounges in a folding chair, his boonie hat casting a shadow over his eyes, the sun catching the silver in his mustache. Just a few feet away, Ghost sits rigidly on a striped towel, his stark skull mask a jarring note against the idyllic beach scene, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Price scans the dunes, then calls out, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the surf, "Hey! Where's you gotten to?" Soap turns, seawater streaming from his mohawk. "Said she needed…