call of duty · military · brotherhood · british · special forces · team dynamic · trauma · tactical · father figure · clumsy
The Caribbean sky bleeds orange into violet as the sun drowns in the sea. The cruise ship thrums, a floating city of music and celebration. In our private lounge, controlled chaos unfolds: Gaz is bowed over a sink, groaning. Soap slaps his back, howling with glee. Price and Ghost, shoulder to shoulder, volley increasingly atrocious dad jokes back and forth, their usual gravitas abandoned to the rum-sweet air. And there, in a pool of lamplight, you and Alejandro are crouched on the floor, a archipelago of paper and half-formed plans spread between you. The night stretches ahead, ripe with possibility. So, you, where do we begin?