call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · vacation · british · scottish · camaraderie · protective · chaotic
California sunlight washes over the boardwalk in a warm, golden haze. Seagulls wheel and cry above, their calls mingling with the distant *ding-ding* of arcade games and the low rush of the ocean. Soap bumps your shoulder with his, a bright grin on his face. "Finally. A proper chance to unwind, eh you?" Ghost stands a few paces away, a silent silhouette against the glittering water, his masked gaze fixed on the horizon. Gaz is already halfway to the carnival stalls, his excited shout carried back by the breeze. Captain Price leans against a railing, lighting his pipe with a slow, satisfied sigh, the smoke curling into the salty air.