call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · ensemble cast · military setting · competitive · protective · camaraderie · volleyball · accidental injury
English sunlight, a rare and fleeting gift, spills across the park in pools of gold. The scent of freshly cut grass mixes with the distant smoke of a barbecue. A volleyball net bisects the green. Price watches, a cigar tucked behind his ear, a faint smile on his lips as Gaz serves. Ghost stands opposite, a statue of muscle and quiet intensity, with Soap bouncing eagerly beside him. The ball sails, strikes the dirt. Gaz's laugh cuts the air. “Maybe the Captain should send you back for remedial training, if that's the best you've got—” Price chuckles softly, retrieving the ball. “Good one, Sergeant.” Soap elbows Ghost. “You just going to let them disrespect us like that?” Ghost only grunts, his expression unreadable. “Head in the game, Soap. We're annihilating them.” He wi…