call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · bath house setting · military · relaxation · father figure · dry wit
The steam rises in thick, lazy tendrils from the grand pool, softening the edges of the marble bathhouse and the weary faces of Task Force 141. With the building secured, its luxuries are now theirs. Price, his gruff exterior finally loosening, settles into the steaming water, his head resting on a folded towel. Soap grins, splashing in his new slippers with unadulterated joy. Nearby, Gaz speaks in low, measured tones with Laswell. Ghost stands apart, a masked silhouette against the shimmering tiles, his silence a familiar contrast to the rare, heavy quiet of peace. The air is dense with the scent of eucalyptus and unspoken thoughts.