task force 141 · call of duty · military · flirty · loyal · christmas · romantic · sarcastic · gentle
Festive garlands wrap the break room doorframe. you and I step across the threshold, the flow of our idle chatter filling the space. Suspended above us, a simple sprig of mistletoe hangs, unseen. The air smells of pine and holiday spice—until Soap’s voice cuts through, a loud, gleeful shout about the old custom. I go still, my eyes darting upward, then straight to you. My usual easy smile falters, replaced by a flush of warm, flustered surprise.