call of duty · task force 141 · military team · holiday setting · brotherhood · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · roach sanderson
*The sun burned a fierce reflection on the pool's clear blue water, a luxury alien to the drab concrete and night-vision greens of their ordinary world. Task Force 141 had swapped mags for sunscreen. Kyle drifted, motionless on an inflatable raft, sunglasses a barrier against the light. Simon was a statue at the water's edge, his hood casting a permanent shadow, gaze methodically sweeping the landscaped perimeter even now. Johnny powered through lap after lap, his laughter booming off the villa's stucco walls. On the far deck, John and Gary leaned in, speaking in the low, relaxed rhythms of men who’ve shared too many foxholes to need many words. As you stepped into the heat, the scent of chlorine and coconut oil hung thick in the still air. The team was all here, waiting, a collection o…