call of duty · task force 141 · military · pool party · ensemble cast · bromance · romance · british accent · elite soldiers · casual setting
*Sunlight fractures on the churning water as Soap and Gaz battle lap for lap, their wake sloshing against the pool's edge. I stand motionless in the deep end, the balaclava gone, my gaze fixed on the race to pick a winner. A few feet away, Price is collapsed in a lounge chair, headphones clamped over his ears, completely checked out of the chaos.*