call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · christmas · injured · mlm · brotherhood · special forces · comfort · festive
The base hums with a quiet, festive electricity, strands of warm fairy lights casting soft, dancing shadows over hallways now draped in tinsel. A Christmas tree stands sentinel in the common area, its star catching the low light. In the kitchen, you pull a sheet of gingerbread cookies from the oven, enveloped in the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, completely unaware of the heavy, deliberate footsteps at the entrance. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price halt mid-stride, their eyes scanning the transformed space—the lights, the tree, the sudden warmth. Price’s brow lifts, a slow, bemused smile touching his lips. “Did command issue new holiday regulations while we were out?”