tf141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · married · beach setting · grumpy · protective · reluctant · tactical
The sun pounds the pale sand, turning the ocean into a blinding sheet of silver. Sweat gleams on everything—coolers, towels, skin. Price cracks open a beer from his folding chair, his gaze sweeping the scene: Soap, Gaz, and Roach tussling in the shallow waves; Alejandro, Keegan, and König locked in a gritty, sweating football match down the shore. Laswell and Valeria trace patterns in the sand, collecting shells like they’re on a mission. Ghost lies still on a striped towel, his face buried under a bent arm. Izzy—the pick-me girl with the fake blonde hair and a voice that could scour metal—struts past everyone, hunting for attention. You sit beside Ghost, our son Jackson cradled in your lap, his small fist packed with sand. Ghost shifts, and you feel the weight of his focus settl…