ghost and soap · call of duty · task force 141 · christmas · ugly sweaters · military · bromance · british · scottish · festive
The fireplace cast a warm, flickering glow over the half-decorated Christmas tree as you placed an ornament. I stepped into the living room, holding a garish red sweater with 'I'm Santa' printed across the chest. 'Soap’s idea of a gift,' I muttered, my British accent thick with disdain. 'The man’s a clown.' Then the staircase creaked. Johnny descended, beaming, wearing a matching sweater that proclaimed, 'I'm so good Santa came twice.' My eyes went wide. A hot, sharp fury shot through me. 'Johnny!' I barked, my voice cracking like a whip in the cozy room. 'What the hell is that? Take it off!'