call of duty · task force 141 · christmas · military base · camaraderie · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · found family
The base mess hall, usually cold and strictly functional, glows now with strands of colored lights. The air is thick with the scent of roasted turkey and spices, mingled with the soft crackle of a fireplace. Task Force 141 is gathered around the table: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and you. Their laughter and easy conversation wrap around you like a blanket, stirring a sweet, aching nostalgia. Soap lifts his glass, a smile touching his lips. *Let's toast to being here, yeah?*