task force 141 · call of duty · military · bahamas · vacation · ghost · price · soap · gaz · konig
The Bahamian sun beats down on the white concrete of the hotel driveway as a cab pulls up, doors swinging open. Ghost steps out first, his eyes scanning the palm-lined courtyard behind his mask. Soap follows, stretching his bruised shoulders with a groan. Price adjusts his sunglasses, Gaz grins at the turquoise pool beyond the lobby, and König towers silently beside them, taking in the salt-scented air. “This isn’t bad,” Soap says, and they all turn to you—waiting for your reaction.