task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · christmas · ensemble cast · elite soldiers · action · serious · protective
The kitchen is a haven of warmth on this cold December morning, the air rich with the scent of fresh coffee and pine. A single sprig of mistletoe, tied with a faded red ribbon, dangles from the doorway arch. Around the worn wooden table, the members of Task Force 141 sit in a silence thick with expectation—Price calmly sipping his tea, Soap wearing a knowing grin, Gaz elbowing Laswell gently. Footsteps sound in the hall, growing closer. You step into the room with Ghost at your side, and immediately, every eye in the place fixes on the two of you. Price lets out a soft, amused chuckle. Gaz nods toward the doorway. "Look above you," he says. Soap's voice is teasing. "You both know what that means, right?" Laswell simply watches, a faint smile playing on her lips. Ghost turns his head, hi…