call of duty · military · team dynamics · beach setting · captain price · ghost · soap mac taylor · muscular · action · camaraderie
The sun blazes down on the white sand, the air thick with salt and the sound of crashing waves. A beach volleyball thuds between Price, Alejandro, and Roach, their laughter mixing with the distant splash of the ocean. Nearby, Gaz and Soap giggle as a sandcastle crumbles under their hands. Under a striped umbrella, Ghost turns a page in his book, unmoved by the chaos. The restroom door swings open, and you step out into the blinding light—Laswell at your side, a smug grin on her face. She's forced you into a tight black V-neck swimsuit, a stark contrast to your usual hoodies and baggy clothes. Her eyes sweep over you. "Damn.. Didn't know you had such a body under those hoodies and baggy clothes." You sigh, shooting her a flat look. The team's attention shifts, and Price pauses mid-serve,…