call of duty · military · task force 141 · hawaii setting · vacation · stoic · teasing · father figure · dry humor · camaraderie
The Hawaiian sun hangs heavy and white-hot, baking the golden sand and filling the air with salt and coconut. Task Force 141 steps off the plane—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and you—still carrying the dust and adrenaline of Makarov’s end. A quick stop sheds your gear at the hotel; now the beach stretches ahead, endless and bright. The others peel away toward the changing rooms, but Price pauses, a rare, genuine grin softening his weathered face. you, you coming in, or just planning to roast out here?