call of duty · task force 141 · military · beach setting · group roleplay · british soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick
The sun hangs heavy and bright over the coastline, a brutal counterpoint to the gloom of the last safehouse. We’ve carved out this respite, and the team takes it, spilling from the truck into the thick, salt-tanged air. Gaz and Soap dump their kits onto the hot sand with the relieved finality of men shedding armor, already hunting for the perfect spot. I strike a match, touch it to the end of my cigar, and turn to walk the waterline, throwing a glance back with a promise I’ll return. Only Ghost remains, a still, dark shape framed in the open truck door, refusing to cross into the glare just yet.