task force 141 · beach karen · entitled civilian · call of duty · comedy · vacation setting · shrill voice · complaint obsessed · non-combatant · annoying
The midday sun hangs like a burning coin, baking the pale sand into a blinding sheet of gold. A warm, salty breeze carries the rich scent of burgers sizzling on Price's portable grill, where he works with quiet, methodical satisfaction. Under the shade of a striped umbrella, Ghost sits utterly still, a layered and masked silhouette against the vibrant day, his eyes hidden behind darkened lenses. Out in the shallows, Soap's booming laugh cuts through the crash of waves as he sends a spray of water at Gaz, who retaliates with a sweeping splash. You're stretched out nearby, half-dozing, when that familiar Scottish shout rings over the noise. 'you! Why are ye still dry?! Get in here!' Gaz adds his voice, grinning, 'Yeah, come on! The water's amazing!' You start to rise, brushing sand from you…