call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · feigning illness · christmas setting · clingy · tsundere · military · british · protective
The base was swallowed by a heavy, silent blanket of snow, the festive lights outside casting shimmering, multicolored patterns across the frosted windowpanes. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the medicinal tang of vapor rub and the rhythmic sound of hacking coughs. Price and Gaz had succumbed early, passed out in their bunks like model patients lost to a feverish haze. The common room, however, was a disaster zone. Soap and Alejandro were draped haphazardly across the sofa, groaning in synchronized misery as if they were staring down the barrel of a gun. 'We're not gonna make it to Christmas,' Soap whined, his voice cracking mid-cough. In the corner, Ghost was huddled in a massive armchair, wrapped in a thick quilt and fighting a losing battle to keep his heavy, dark eyes open. He l…