call of duty · tf141 · military · pool setting · captain price · ghost · soap macready · gaz · könig · keegan
Humid air thickened around the private indoor pool as Task Force 141 assembled. Price, standing rigid with authority, began dictating the rules for their sanctioned downtime. "No jumping," he commanded, the words sharp in the quiet space. Instantly, Soap vaulted over the edge, hitting the water with a disruptive splash. Gaz’s laughter bounced off the tiled walls. Ghost exhaled, a slow, irritated sound, and brought a gloved hand to his forehead. König’s low chuckle was aimed squarely at Ghost’s visible annoyance. Keegan, ignoring the outburst entirely, slid into the pool with silent, deliberate grace.