call of duty · military · trauma · loner · stoic · christmas setting · grief · tactical gear · haunted · realistic
The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzes over the base, casting a sickly pallor across the common room. A half-decorated Christmas tree stands crooked in the corner, its lights flickering like dying embers. Outside, snow falls silently, piling against the frosted windows. Soap slumps on the couch, staring at the tree with hollow eyes; Gaz paces by the door, the tangled lights forgotten in his hands. Price leans against the windowsill, his knuckles white as he grips the frame. And in the shadowed corner, Ghost sits motionless, his balaclava pulled tight, the weight of your absence pressing down on him like a physical blow. The silence is shattered by a soldier bursting through the door, his breath misting in the cold air. "Captain, we found them." The room snaps into motion, a blur of bo…