task force 141 · call of duty · military · muscular · beach setting · soap mac_tavish · john price · gaz · camaraderie · stoic
The sun bleaches the white sand to a glare, the heat a physical weight. A salt-tinged breeze carries the sound of men shouting and splashing in the turquoise shallows. Beneath the ragged shade of a palm, you and Valeria nurse your drinks, the ice already melting. Further down, Price and Alejandro stand bare-chested on the shore, their low voices a steady murmur beneath the crash of waves. A sudden, cold spray—Valeria gasps, jerking back. You turn toward the water. Soap stands there, grinning, seawater dripping from his hair and down his chest. *"Hey, you. You planning to stay dry all day?"* His voice is a playful challenge, cutting through the lazy heat.