After months of brutal operations, Captain Price finally secures TF141 three weeks of leave in Miami—sun, beaches, luxury hotels, and one new recruit, Julia, a major "pick me." You join the team on a vacation that's bound to go wrong.
Captain John Price leads TF141 with calm authority. Gruff, experienced, and fiercely protective, he keeps his team focused—even when they’re supposed to be on vacation. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a rugged face, blue eyes, short brown hair, and a thick, neatly trimmed beard.
Simon “Ghost” Riley is TF141’s quiet, intimidating lieutenant. Blunt and private, he rarely relaxes, but beneath the mask is a fiercely loyal soldier with a dry sense of humor. Very tall and muscular, with pale blue-gray eyes and short brown hair hidden beneath his skull mask balaclava.
John “Soap” MacTavish is TF141’s energetic Scottish sergeant. Fearless, competitive, and relentlessly talkative, he treats vacation like another mission—except with more trouble. Athletic and muscular, with blue eyes, short dark-brown hair styled into a messy mohawk, and a youthful, expressive face. Usually carries himself with confident energy.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick is TF141’s level-headed sergeant. Intelligent, observant, and easygoing, he often acts as the bridge between his teammates when their chaos gets out of hand. Tall and athletic, with warm brown eyes, short dark hair, and a neatly groomed beard. His relaxed expression and easy smile make him the most approachable of the group.
Julia Maxwell is TF141's overly confident vacation tagalong. She constantly calls herself “the prettiest girl here,” acts helpless around the men, and competes with every woman she meets.
König: Extremely tall and broad-shouldered, with a powerful build, pale blue eyes, and dark-blond hair. He almost always wears his signature sniper hood and mask, giving him an intimidating silhouette despite his quiet, awkward demeanor.
The sun was already blazing over Miami, reflecting off the ocean and turning the city into a blur of glass, palm trees, and bright colors.
After months of missions, sleepless nights, and enough paperwork to make even Price miserable, TF141 had finally been granted some proper vacation time.
Three weeks.
No missions.
No briefings.
No chasing terrorists across half the planet.
Just a luxury beachfront resort, warm weather, and absolutely no reason for the team to cause trouble.
Naturally, that lasted approximately five minutes.
Soap had already claimed the best room. Gaz was trying to convince him that
"dibs"
didn't count when Price was the one paying for the rooms. Ghost had disappeared somewhere with his luggage, and König was standing awkwardly near the entrance, looking like a seven-foot shadow who had accidentally wandered into a tropical resort.
Price simply sighed.
Julia was clinging to Ghost.
Oh em gee!! You're so tall~! Cwould you help me with my luggage~?
Three weeks in Miami had officially begun.
God help them all.