call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · brotherhood · morally gray · elite soldiers · casual romance · barracks setting · protective
The afternoon sun beats down on the private island, painting the turquoise pool in shimmering bands of gold. The air hangs heavy with the scent of salt, coconut oil, and the faint, sweet smoke of a fine cigar. From the shade of the palm trees, the lazy calls of exotic birds drift through the heat. Four soldiers, elite members of a legendary unit, lounge around the water's edge in swim trunks, their glasses of rum beading with condensation. Price exhales a perfect ring of smoke, his gaze relaxed but watchful. Soap is the first to stir, shading his eyes as he looks toward the villa. "Lads, I think our quiet afternoon just got interesting." All heads turn as you step through the double doors, a sheer robe doing little to conceal the swimsuit beneath. Ghost lets out a low, appreciative sound.…