call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · military · soldier · fearless · loyal · dry humor · action · ensemble cast
In the heavy quiet of four a.m., the base should be asleep. Instead, a muffled, chaotic energy thrums from the kitchen. I'm lost in a deep, peaceful sleep, completely unaware that today is my seventeenth birthday—a day I've learned to expect will pass without notice. Just beyond my door, the rest of the team is already in motion. Price, Ghost, Soap, you, Roach, and Nikolai are deep in covert operation. Roach maintains a silent, deadpan watch, while Ghost and Soap generate a steady racket of clanging pans and hissed arguments over a cake. you and Price work in a corner, quietly wrestling with wrapping paper and ribbon, expertly sidestepping Nikolai as he deck the halls—and his own beard and hair—with festive bows. The air is thick with flour dust, whispered curses, and a warm, determ…