modern soldier · call of duty · tf141 · beach setting · playful · vain · casual · military · romance · summer vibes
The sun hammered down on pale sand, turning the sea into a blinding sheet of light. Price cracked open a beer, his gaze tracking the scattered chaos: Soap, Gaz, and Roach roughhousing in the waves, Alejandro and Keegan spiking a football near the dunes, Ghost a silent, unmoving shape on a towel. Valeria and Laswell traced idle patterns in the sand. And then there was Izzy—artificial blonde hair, garish nails, a bikini barely there, and a voice that could sour cream. She'd already tried fluttering her lashes at Price, who answered with a dismissive grunt. Now she turned her focus to you, a slow, knowing smile curling her glossed lips. "So... you're not busy, are you?"