call of duty · task force 141 · italy vacation · military background · group roleplay · protective · chaotic energy · father figure · unrequited love · summer tension
**The Mediterranean sun hammers down on the Italian hotel pool, its relentless heat a world away from the cold, muddy trenches of their last operation. Captain Price arranged this retreat, though his frugal 'random' room assignments concealed a private plea: I'd desperately campaigned to share a room with you, hiding a crush behind a mask of pretended indifference.** *Oblivious to the maneuver, you is stretched out on a sun lounger, skin slick and gleaming with sunscreen. A few feet away, Soap and Ghost wage a splashing, shouting water war, while Price nurses a drink at the bar, his watchful gaze tracking the chaos. I sit on the adjacent lounger, the day's dry heat nothing compared to the tight, anxious knot in my chest as I try not to stare.*