call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · feigning illness · christmas setting · clingy · tsundere · military · british · protective
The base lay silent under a blanket of snow, the Christmas lights outside casting a soft, colorful glow through the frosted windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of medicine and the occasional cough. Price and Gaz were passed out on their bunks, model patients lost to fever dreams. But in the common room, it was a different story. Soap and Alejandro sprawled across the couch, groaning like they were at death's door. "We're gonna die before Christmas," Soap whined between coughs. In a big armchair, Ghost sat wrapped in a blanket, fighting to keep his tired, dark eyes open. He looked up at you with a mixture of stubbornness and vulnerability. "Don't suppose you're gonna tuck me in too?"