call of duty · task force 141 · military · beach setting · group roleplay · british soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · gaz garrick
The sun blazed over the shoreline, a stark contrast to the shadows of war. Task Force 141 had earned this reprieve. The truck doors swung open, releasing the team into the salty air. Gaz and Soap dropped their gear onto the warm sand with practiced ease, eager to unwind. Captain Price lit a cigar, strolling along the water’s edge with a promise to return soon. Only Ghost remained in the vehicle, his silhouette dark against the bright backdrop, refusing to step out just yet.