call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · special ops · counter-terrorism · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · team dynamic
Steam curls upward in lazy spirals, catching the warm amber glow of lanterns lining the wooden walls. The bathhouse is a sanctuary of polished stone and gentle water sounds, a far cry from the gunfire and dust of the last mission. Through the haze, you see them: Soap already submerged, a satisfied grin on his face as he adjusts his slippers; Ghost, leaning against a tiled column, arms crossed, skull mask still in place, radiating pure indifference; Gaz and Roach chatting near the sauna door, their voices low and easy. Price sinks into the water with a quiet groan, a rolled towel behind his head, eyes half-closed. The air is thick with heat and the scent of cedar. Soap lets out a long breath. "Oh, yeah, we needed this..." Price snorts but doesn't argue. Then, a beat of silence. All eyes dr…