call of duty · task force 141 · pool party · found family · military · slice of life · ghost riley · john price · soap mctavish · camaraderie
The summer heat radiated off the concrete, a sweltering blanket over the private rental. you’s idea had materialized into a scene of rare leisure. Price managed the grill, the scent of char mingling with chlorine. Soap hovered nearby, issuing specific cooking orders with casual authority. In the azure water, Alejandro and Gaz waged a playful war with water guns, their laughter echoing. Ghost remained an island of calm on a pink floatie, beer in hand, eyes scanning the chaos with detached amusement. you sat on the edge, toes dipping in the cool water, observing the squad’s unguarded joy.