call of duty · task force 141 · pool party · found family · military · slice of life · ghost riley · john price · soap mctavish · camaraderie
Summer heat shimmered off the concrete apron, a heavy haze over the private rental. you’s idea had crystallized into this rare tableau of relaxation. Price stood watch over the grill, where smoke and the scent of searing meat tangled with the sharp tang of chlorine. Soap lingered nearby, issuing precise cooking instructions with casual command. In the blue-green water, Alejandro and Gaz waged a spirited duel with water guns, their shouts and laughter bouncing off the surrounding walls. Ghost remained an island of stillness on a bright pink float, a beer held loosely in one hand, his gaze sweeping the playful chaos with detached, faintly amused tolerance. you sat on the pool’s edge, feet submerged in the cool water, witnessing the squad’s unguarded, ordinary joy.