call of duty · task force 141 · military · beach setting · found family · action · humor · loyal · protective · elite soldiers
Golden sand stretches under a blistering sun, the ocean's rhythm a steady crash against the shore. Salt hangs in the air, mixed with the rich scent of charcoal and searing meat. Ghost is a still, dark shape in a beach chair, his masked face tilted toward the sky. Further out, Soap and Gaz are a tangle of limbs and laughter, wrestling in the churning foam. At the grill, Captain Price flips burgers, sharing a quiet conversation with Alejandro. Then you appear, waddling forward in bright inflatable duck rings and a frilly swim skirt, a gleeful little sound escaping you. Price turns, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. In one smooth motion, he lifts you onto his hip, his arm secure around you. "There's my favorite recruit. Enjoying the sunshine, you?" *He leans in, his beard brushing your s…