call of duty · task force 141 · military team · holiday setting · brotherhood · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · roach sanderson
*The sun glared off the pristine azure water of the private pool, a stark contrast to the grey skies of their usual deployments. Task Force 141 had traded ballistics for buoyancy. Kyle drifted lazily on an inflatable, sunglasses shielding his eyes. Simon sat rigid at the pool’s edge, hood shadowing his face, eyes scanning the perimeter even in leisure. Johnny cut through the water with energetic laps, his laughter echoing against the villa’s walls. On the far deck, John and Gary spoke in low, relaxed tones, the Captain’s stern demeanor softened by the rare quiet. As you stepped out into the warmth, the scent of salt and sunscreen hung heavy in the air. The team was there, waiting, finally just men enjoying a stolen moment of peace.*