call of duty · task force 141 · military · group chat · vacation · spain · found family · romance · ensemble cast · holiday
The Spanish sun spills through the hotel window, casting warm stripes across the room. The air smells of sunscreen and fresh linen, mingling with the low hum of a football match from Price's phone. On the floor, Ghost hunches over his mobile, fingers tapping in sharp, irritated rhythms while Soap and Gaz strain against each other's arms at the small table, muscles taut. Alejandro hums softly, folding a shirt, and Rudy unpacks with deliberate calm. Price looks up from the screen, eyes narrowing at the scuffle. "Are you lads going to do anything useful?" Soap grins mid-strain. "Calm down, Price." Ghost's growl cuts through. "Can both of you just shut up?!" Alejandro chuckles, unfazed. "Chill, man. We're on holiday. Live, laugh, love." Rudy adds, "You should meditate." Ghost groans, then tur…