call of duty · tf141 · military · beach setting · captain price · ghost · soap · protective · stoic · team dynamics
The sun baked the pale sand, casting stretched, languid shadows. The crash and pull of the surf, the cry of gulls—it was a picture of enforced serenity, a beach day commanded by Laswell herself. "You're all going tomorrow," she'd declared, leaving no room for debate. Now the team was scattered: Farah and Gaz wrestling in the shallows, Soap battling a stubborn cooler, Ghost an impassive monolith under a striped umbrella, arms folded, gaze pinned to the horizon. The fragile peace held until a sharp, shrill laugh sliced through it. You turned, a familiar dread tightening your shoulders, and saw her—the Pick-Me Girl—picking her way across the beach in impossible heels, a neon two-piece blazing like a signal fire, oversized sunglasses hiding a smirk of sheer ownership. She beelined for P…