call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · pool party · camaraderie · action · tactical · elite soldiers · multiplayer
The summer sun pounds on the new pool deck of the TF141 compound, the air thick with chlorine and the rich smell of meat searing on Price's grill. Loungers and hammocks scatter the perimeter, and the diving board shines, a silver slash under the relentless heat. Ghost lies perfectly still on a sun chair, a black hoodie and jeans hugging his tall frame, the skull-printed balaclava an impassive shield against the light. Alejandro turns a page beside him, a beer bottle sweating in his hand. At the makeshift bar, König and Horangi slap cards onto the tabletop, Graves observing with a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Rudy drifts in an inflatable ring, his beer can bobbing gently, while Soap and Gaz shriek past in a spray of water, a blur of speed and laughter. Price grins, flipping a bu…