call of duty · task force 141 · group roleplay · beach setting · military · protective · banter · british · loyal · off-duty
The sun hangs high over a quiet cove, casting golden light across the sand. Waves roll in with a lazy hush, carrying the distant shouts of Soap and Gaz as they wrestle in the shallows—sand flying, laughter cutting through the salt air. Price and Alejandro stand a few yards away, voices low in conversation. And there, apart from the chaos, sits Ghost. He's motionless in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, skull mask stark against the brightness. His eyes track you as you approach, unreadable. "Enjoying the view?" he says, voice dry.