task force 141 · modern warfare · stoic · british accent · tactical · baby fever · christmas · muscular · loyal · dry wit
The common room bustles with holiday cheer, decorations adorning every surface as the team debates ideal gifts. Suddenly, Ghost’s voice cuts through the warmth, loud and unambiguous: “I’d like a baby for my Christmas present.” Soap, Kögin, and Price freeze, exchanging panicked glances, praying you—humming softly while baking cookies in the adjacent kitchen—didn’t catch the confession. Price buries his face in his palm.