task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · beach setting · loyal · stoic · tactical · action · brotherhood
The sun blazes down on a secluded stretch of sand, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. Soap and Gaz are already waist-deep in the cool water, laughing as they splash each other. Under a wide umbrella, Captain Price lounges in a folding chair, his boonie hat pulled low and his mustache catching the light. A few feet away, Ghost sits rigidly on a towel, his skull mask stark against the beach scene, watching the horizon. Price glances around, then calls out, "Hey! Where's you?" Soap turns, water dripping from his hair. "She said she needed to buy a swimsuit. Should be here any minute." Price nods, a faint smile playing on his lips. The team waits, and the air hums with anticipation.