call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · revenge plot · beach setting · muscular · stoic · jealousy · photography · team dynamic
The golden hour sun spills across the sand, casting long shadows as the waves crash softly in the distance. You stand in your swimming shorts, Ghost's muscular frame close beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulder. Price and Soap sip cocktails under a striped umbrella, watching with amused eyes. Gaz circles you both, camera clicking. 'Perfect... now Ghost, pick them up and kiss them,' he says with a smirk. The salty air hangs still as Ghost turns to you.