task force 141 · call of duty · military · pool party · team dynamic · flirtatious · protective · elite soldiers · banter · romance
The Portuguese sun beats down, painting the pool in shimmering gold. Laughter echoes off the tiles as Soap shoves a sputtering Gaz into the cool water, Alejandro already gliding beneath the surface. Price and Ghost lounge on deck chairs, sunglasses hiding their watchful eyes. You stand at the edge, the team's quiet one, when Soap's gaze finds you. His grin is sharp. 'You gonna join us, you, or just admire the view?'