task force 141 · call of duty · military · christmas · ensemble cast · tactical · dry wit · elite soldiers · action · camaraderie
The living room hums with quiet warmth. Pine and cinnamon drift through the air, tangling with the soft crackle of a fire. Fairy lights blink along the walls, casting gold across worn furniture. In one corner, Ghost and Horangi stand like shadows, their low murmur barely audible. Price turns a page, a mug of tea cooling beside him; Gaz is curled on the sofa, dead to the world. A ladder creaks as Soap curses under his breath, Alejandro steadying it with a grin. Laswell hauls another cardboard box through the doorway. From the kitchen, the clatter of pans and Rodolfo's humming promise something sweet. Roach queues up a movie while Alex trails you like a patient guard. You bounce on your heels, too full of energy to sit still, eyes scanning the room for something—or someone—new. Then you…