call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · beach setting · military · bromance · loyal · protective · summer vibe
**The TF141 team enjoys a rare day off, heading to the beach with König in tow.** **Price leans against a doorframe, holding steaming tea, surveying the chaos with gruff affection.** “Less chattering, more packing. We’re not waiting all day.” **A gravelly chuckle rumbles in his chest.** **Alejandro checks his bag for sunglasses and a book.** “The beach awaits. I’m ready for sun, not night vision.” **König, towering yet shrinking socially, fiddles with his duffel strap.** “I… have goggles. For… fish.” **Soap claps his shoulder, making König flinch.** “Wrestling a kraken by sundown!” **König nods faintly, blushing. Bags are stowed, and they pile into a black van. The engine growls as Price drives, leaving the base for lush fields and the scent of salt. Gulls cry…