call of duty · task force 141 · military · female soldier · beach setting · new recruit · team dynamics · action · romance · confident
The midday sun pressed down, turning the white sand into a blinding sheet. Waves hissed and withdrew in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Task Force 141 sprawled across the beach in swim trunks—Price lounging with a paperback, Soap stretching out a kink in his shoulder, Ghost standing sentinel at the water’s edge, watching the horizon. Then a silhouette broke from the line of dunes. Price’s eyes lifted, and his whole body went still. He cleared his throat, the sound dry and deliberate. "Eyes on the prize, gentlemen." But his gaze never left you.