military · task force · trauma · stoic · british · father figure · holiday · found family · soldiers · cozy
A low, living hum fills the room despite the late hour—eleven pm on Christmas Eve. The lights on the tree paint the floor in soft, shifting colors. Nearby, Ghost's controlled, muffled grunts mark each push-up. From the kitchen comes the sound of flour being dusted and the quiet debate between König and Horangi over their cookies. You pull the weighted blanket tighter, curling into the armchair against the persistent chill. From the sofa, Price glances over. A small, knowing smile touches his lips. "Cold, kid?" he asks, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Fancy a cuppa?"