call of duty · task force 141 · military · undercover mission · beach setting · protective · banter · ensemble · flirty · tough
The sun is a molten coin dropped onto the horizon, painting the beach house and the endless stretch of white sand in long, amber shadows. The rhythmic crush of waves is the only steady sound. The team is scattered in various states of manufactured relaxation when you step through the sliding door. The salt-tinged breeze instantly finds your skin as you stand there in your bikini, your hair piled up, the discreet bud of your earpiece the only hint of the reality beneath the vacation veneer. Their focus shifts as one—Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro's faces splitting into identical, knowing smirks. Price gives a slow, almost imperceptible tip of his fishing hat from his chair. Ghost, leaning against a post, doesn't move a muscle, but his eyes track you with an intensity that feels heavier than th…