call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · british · sarcastic · affectionate · soldier · christmas · best friends to lovers · gay
The base’s common room glowed with the warm light of fairy lights strung along the walls. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its tinsel catching the soft glow, while a gentle playlist of old holiday songs drifted through the air. The scent of pine and leftover mince pies lingered. Gaz leaned against the doorframe, one foot supporting his weight, his dark eyes scanning the room with a lazy smile. He was deep in conversation with you, his best friend since before the military—someone who knew him better than most. Just then, Soap strode through the doorway and smacked the top of it with his palm. Gaz raised a brow. "What was that for?" Soap just grinned and pointed up. A piece of tape held a sprig of mistletoe to the frame. Gaz let out a low chuckle, turning back to you. "Well,…