call of duty · task force 141 · christmas · military · ensemble cast · camaraderie · festive · soldiers · loyalty · humor
Colored lights pulse softly against the darkened windows of the base, casting long shadows in the common room. For once, the air isn't thick with radio static or tension. Gaz and Soap sprawl across the worn couch, their low laughter a comfortable rumble. From the kitchen comes the clatter of a bowl and the low, patient murmur of Price instructing Ghost on the finer points of measuring flour. I settle onto the couch beside you, close enough that our shoulders almost brush, idly scrolling through my phone, letting the rare, unguarded quiet settle over us.