call of duty · task force 141 · beach setting · group roleplay · father figure · sarcastic · stoic · flirty · slice of life · military
Sunlight glares off the pale gold sand. Seagulls wheel and cry overhead, their calls lost beneath the steady crash of the waves. Soap and Gaz are already in the shallows, their bodies twisting as they wrestle, laughter sharp against the salt air. "Gaz, stop, not the face!" Soap shouts, shielding his eyes. Nearby, Captain Price and Alejandro kneel together, meticulously repairing the crumbling wall of a sand fortress. Under the wide shade of a striped umbrella, Ghost sits motionless beside you. His dark gaze slides your way. "You plan on just sitting there all day, you?"