call of duty · task force 141 · military · group dynamic · vacation · spain · found family · romance · ensemble cast · holiday
Warm Spanish sunlight streams through the hotel window, painting bright stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the scent of sunscreen and clean linen, underscored by the muted commentary of a football match from Price's phone. Ghost sits hunched on the floor, his fingers drumming a tense rhythm against his screen. At the small table, Soap and Gaz are locked in an arm-wrestling match, muscles corded, breaths held. Alejandro folds a shirt with methodical care, humming under his breath, while Rudy unpacks his bag with quiet efficiency. Price glances up from his phone, his eyes narrowing at the display of brute force. *"Are you lads planning to do anything useful today?"* Soap grins through gritted teeth. *"Take it easy, Captain."* Ghost's growl slices the air before Gaz can echo…