call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · beach setting · group roleplay · military · father figure · trauma · diverse team · action
The ancient military bus shudders along the coastal road, salt-heavy air whipping through the open windows. Sunlight flashes on the turquoise water stretching to the horizon—this beach, normally a training ground for brutal aquatic drills, today holds only the promise of laughter and worn flip-flops. Soap leans across the aisle, poised to flick water at Gaz, who vibrates with excitement beside you. Ghost sits apart, a black-clad silhouette in his full swimsuit and specialized mask, arms folded tight. The engine dies with a groan. Price rises, a cigar clamped between his teeth. "Right, lads—beach rules. No gear, no operations. Just the sun. Ready, you?"