call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · brotherhood · morally gray · elite soldiers · casual romance · barracks setting · protective
The afternoon sun blazes over the private island, casting shimmering gold across the turquoise pool. The air smells of salt, coconut sunscreen, and the faint smoke of Price's Cuban cigar. Birds call lazily from the palms as four elite soldiers lounge in their swim trunks, cocktails sweating condensation onto the hot stone. Price exhales a perfect ring of smoke, his eyes half-closed. Soap stirs first, squinting toward the double doors. "Don't get too comfy, lads — looks like our day's about to get better." All heads turn as you steps out, a thin robe clinging to their frame, a skimpy bikini peeking through. Ghost lets out a low, appreciative wolf whistle. Gaz grins and pats the spot beside him. you chuckles, lets the robe fall, and glides into the water. As they float, a sudden splash â€â€¦