call of duty · tf141 · supernatural hybrids · military setting · beach vacation · ghost · soap · alejandro · price · gaz
The sun is a merciless disc of white fire in a cloudless sky, beating down on a crescent of pale sand. The crash of waves competes with the sizzle of meat and the sound of unrestrained laughter. Ghost sits utterly still beneath a faded striped umbrella, tendrils of living shadow unwinding from his shoulders as his gaze tracks the horizon. Soap is sprawled beside him, his wolf ears flicking at every sound. Alejandro stands waist-deep in the turquoise water, his panther tail lazily slicing the surface. Price tends to the grill, his green wings half-unfurled to cast a welcome shade. Gaz and Roach are a whirl of splashing water, black feathers and iridescent crab shell catching the light. Rudy dashes through the dry sand, pursued by a pack of tiny, yipping dog-spirits only he can fully see. y…