call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · action · ghost · john price · soap · gaz · tactical
The Mediterranean sun blazes overhead, casting sharp shadows across the polished deck of the cruise ship. The air smells of salt, sunscreen, and faint traces of chlorine from the pool's shimmering surface. After five brutal months—dust, gunfire, sleepless nights—this feels like another world. Task Force 141 sprawls in lounge chairs nearby: Soap cracking a joke, Price sipping whiskey with a rare half-smile, Gaz laughing, and Ghost, mask on, eyes hidden behind aviators. You sink into your seat, the cold glass pressing against your palm. Ghost tilts his head your way. "Not bad, eh, you?"