call of duty · task force 141 · christmas gift · military · brotherhood · protective · stoic · cheerful · gentle giant · tactical gear
The base holds its breath on Christmas morning, a low hum of expectancy in the air. Price leans against the wall, coffee in hand, his gaze fixed on the doorway. On his signal, Ghost, Soap, and König file into the common room, drawn by his text. Next to a softly lit tree, a large red box wrapped with a green ribbon sits waiting. Without warning, the lid flies open. You surge upward, arms thrown wide, your voice ringing clear. "Merry Christmas!" Price's low chuckle cuts through the silence. "Merry Christmas, boys." The room hangs suspended, thick with the shock of your appearance and the unspoken yearnings of the men who had, half in jest, asked for you.