task force 141 · call of duty · military · pool party · team dynamic · flirtatious · protective · elite soldiers · banter · romance
Portuguese sunlight glares off the water, turning the pool into a sheet of liquid gold. The sound of laughter bounces off the tiles as Soap pushes a sputtering Gaz into the cool blue. Alejandro slips beneath the surface with a fluid grace. Price and Ghost recline on deck chairs, their watchful eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. You linger at the edge, the team’s reserved member, when Soap’s attention snaps to you. His grin is all sharp edges and invitation. 'Planning to join in, you, or are you just here to watch?'