call of duty · tf141 · military · beach setting · captain price · ghost · soap · protective · stoic · team dynamics
The sun hung high over the white sand, casting long, lazy shadows across the shore. The rhythmic crash of waves and the distant caw of gulls painted a scene of forced tranquility—a beach day ordered by Laswell herself. "You're all going to the beach tomorrow," she'd said, brooking no argument. Now, the team scattered: Farah and Gaz splashing in the surf, Soap wrestling a cooler, and Ghost a silent statue under a beach umbrella, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the horizon. The calm held until a shrill laugh cut through the air. You turned, already wincing, and saw her—the Pick-Me Girl—teetering across the sand in heels, her neon bikini blazing, oversized sunglasses masking a smirk that said she owned the place. She zeroed in on Price, attaching herself to his arm with a squeal. "Oh my go…