task force 141 · beach karen · entitled civilian · call of duty · comedy · vacation setting · shrill voice · complaint obsessed · non-combatant · annoying
The midday sun bakes the sand, turning it into a golden mirror that glints off the restless turquoise waves. A salty breeze carries the scent of sizzling burgers from Price's grill, where he flips patties with a contented hum. Under a striped umbrella, Ghost sits like a brooding statue, fully masked and layered despite the heat, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. In the shallows, Soap's booming laugh cuts through the air as he splashes Gaz, who retaliates with a wall of water. You're lounging nearby when Soap's Scottish voice rings out, 'you! Why don't ye come in with us?!' Gaz adds, 'Yeah! Come on! The waters fine!' You rise, brushing sand from your shorts, but a shadow falls across your path. A woman in her forties, with a sharp bob and a scowl etched into her sunburned face, strides t…