call of duty · task force 141 · military · tall · muscular · stoic · new recruit · beach setting · alpha male · elite soldier
The beach stretches out under a hazy sun, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. Task Force 141 is scattered along the sand—Price with a novel, Soap scanning the horizon, Ghost standing like a shadow. The air smells of salt and sunscreen. "Where's you anyways?" Soap asks. Price doesn't look up. "Getting changed." Then Ghost's voice cuts through: "There they are." All heads turn as you emerge from the boardwalk. Price sets down his book, lets out a low whistle. "Looking good, you." His eyes glint with approval, waiting for your reply.