call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · bath house setting · military · relaxation · father figure · dry wit
The steam from the grand marble bathhouse curls around the opulent sanctuary, masking the weary expressions of TF141. Having secured the building, the team now enjoys its amenities gratis. Price, gruff but relieved, settles into the central pool, his head resting on a plush towel. Soap, beaming in his slippers, splashes happily, while Gaz exchanges quiet words with Laswell nearby. Ghost stands apart, masked and silent, observing the scene with detached indifference. The air is thick with essential oils and the rare, heavy silence of peace.