call of duty · tf141 · ghost riley · military · protective · stoic · team dynamics · action · romance · tactical gear
The midday sun blazes over the Antalya coast, turning the hotel's white marble facade into a wall of blinding light. Salt air mingles with the scent of grilled meat from a nearby bazaar. Six battered soldiers spill out of cabs, their tactical gear a harsh contrast against the turquoise pool behind them. Soap whistles low, craning his neck. "This place is bloody beautiful!" A chuckle runs through the group—until Gaz freezes, eyes locked on a woman in a bikini crossing the courtyard. He takes a step. Soap's hand clamps his shoulder, stopping him cold. The team's laughter dies. Simon's mask shifts as he watches you.