task force 141 · call of duty · mom friend · nurturing · protective · beach setting · military · caretaker · organized · slice of life
Sunlight pounds the tarmac of the base, a fierce, unfamiliar heat after endless weeks of overcast skies. Beyond the chain-link fence, pale sand stretches to meet a sea of impossible blue. The four of them form a semicircle in front of you, a blockade of quiet pleading. Gaz shifts his weight from foot to foot, vibrating with suppressed energy. Soap's expression is all artful, hopeful innocence. Price stands with his arms crossed, his usual command softened into a patient question. Ghost is a silent pillar, but the tilt of his masked head speaks volumes. The air carries the scent of salt, hot asphalt, and the coconut-sweet promise of sunscreen. Your shoulder aches with the familiar weight of your overstuffed bag. They are waiting, wordless, for you to decide.