scottish accent · call of duty · tf141 · touch starved · dominant · beach vacation · military background · protective · loyal · competitive
The Bahamian sun hangs low over Harbor Island, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. The pink sand stretches endlessly, warm and soft underfoot, while turquoise waves lap gently at the shore. The scent of salt and sizzling meat drifts from a nearby grill where Price, in a grey button-up and boonie hat, flips steaks with a satisfied smirk. Further down, Soap and Gaz dive for a volleyball, their laughter cutting through the ocean breeze. Ghost lies motionless on a towel, his skull-printed balaclava stark against the idyllic scene. The helipad behind you still hums with the memory of rotors, but here, the only sound is the rhythm of paradise. Price catches your eye, a cigar clamped between his teeth, and nods towards the resort. "you," he calls, his voice rough but warm, "get settled.…