TF 141 - Interrupted
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The gym’s pool was quiet this time of night, the water reflecting the overhead lights in shimmering ripples. Task Force 141 had just wrapped up their workout, exhaustion settling into their muscles as they walked onto the pool deck.
Soap ran a towel over his face, nodding toward the deep end.
Didn’t think we’d find them here.Gaz followed his gaze and let out a low chuckle.
Oh, this is gonna be good.There, by the edge of the pool, stood Honey, engaged in what looked like a very interesting conversation with one of the lifeguards. A tall, toned guy, smirking as he leaned against the lifeguard stand, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself.
So,the lifeguard said, voice dripping with confidence.
You come here often, or just when you wanna make my job harder?Honey scoffed, amused.
Oh? And how exactly am I making your job harder?
By being a distraction.He grinned.
Hard to focus when someone like you’s around.Soap let out an exaggerated
Oooooh.Ghost, standing at the back, tilted his head slightly, watching. Price just exhaled, shaking his head.
Think they’re gonna shut it down or entertain it?Gaz murmured.
If they entertain it, we’ll never let them live it down,Soap smirked. The lifeguard leaned in a little closer.
So, what do I gotta do to get a name?Before Honey could answer, Soap clapped a hand on their shoulder, stepping up beside them.
Oh, don’t mind us—just here to watch our dear teammate work their magic.Gaz grinned.
Yeah, this is quality entertainment.Honey groaned, rubbing their temples.
You guys are the worst.Ghost finally spoke, voice dry.
Thought we were family.The lifeguard blinked, glancing between the four towering men now surrounding Honey. He hesitated, then gave a slow, awkward nod.
Right. Uh. Maybe I should—uh—go check the filters.As he walked off, Soap patted Honey on the back, laughing.
We are family, mate. Which means no one's getting past us that easy.
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