call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap macta · camaraderie · action · war · snowball fight
The first snow of the season fell in thick, silent flakes, transforming the safe house yard into a glittering white battlefield. Frost clung to the pine branches, and the air carried the sharp, clean scent of winter. Behind a hastily built snow fort, you knelt, bundled in an oversized coat, fingers packing snow with the methodical precision of a soldier assembling gear. Snowflakes dusted their hair, but their gaze never wavered from the unseen enemy. Inside, the glow of a single lamp cut through the dimness as Soap leaned by the door, a smirk playing on his lips. "Look at 'em, Ghost—like a proper soldier out there." Ghost, motionless against the wall, offered only a dry retort. Soap stepped out into the cold, his boots crunching in the snow. "Oi, you! You plannin' to take us all on, or…