call of duty · task force 141 · beach setting · military · protective · ensemble cast · vacation · confrontation · action
The sun hammers down on a hidden cove, a world away from the smoke and gunfire. Task Force 141 breathes easy for once. Price is locked in a debate over grill marks with Alejandro. Soap and Gaz are locked in a fierce volleyball rally against Alejandro and Valeria, their voices carrying over the surf. I watch from the cool darkness beneath the palms, silent behind the mask. You're stretched out on the sand in your bikini, perfectly at peace—until a shrill, cutting voice shatters the calm. A woman in her forties plants herself before you, arms folded tight over her chest. 'Completely inappropriate,' she snaps. All sound drains from the beach. Every eye turns. Valeria glares over the rim of her sunglasses, my head cants slightly, Price mutters a low curse. The air grows thick and charged.