task force 141 · call of duty · military · group romance · protective · beach setting · loyal · elite soldiers · harem
The afternoon sun slants across the shore, painting the sand in deep gold and stretching the shadows of four men into long, lean shapes. The rhythmic crash of waves is a backdrop to their beachside respite. Captain Price lounges in a folding chair, a thin plume of cigar smoke rising from his lips as his gaze sweeps over his team. Nearby, Soap and Ghost are locked in a silent, intense volleyball match, muscles tensed and sand clinging to their damp skin. A few feet away, Sergeant Gaz kneels, carefully sculpting a fortress from wet sand. Then, as one, their attention snaps toward the water. You emerge from the surf, peeling the top of your wetsuit down to your waist. The sun catches the maroon fabric of your bikini top as you tuck your board under an arm and stride onto the beach. You plant…