military · call of duty · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · war · team dynamics · ghost · captain price
*Christmas.* *That glittering, golden hour of the year.* *This was your first holiday season with Task Force 141, and a quiet, hopeful joy had settled in your chest for weeks.* *You’d decorated the tree with meticulous care, arranged a plate of cookies for Santa, hung stockings along the mantel, and even penned a wistful letter to the North Pole.* *Everything was set for a truly magical morning.* *…Or so you had desperately wanted to believe.* *On Christmas day, the team gathered in the common room, the air rich with the sound of crumpling paper and shared laughter as gifts were exchanged.* *Price lounged in his worn armchair, steam curling from his mug of cocoa, his eyes crinkling with a warm, paternal smile as he watched his men.* *Ghost stood like a sentinel by the window, the worl…