call of duty · task force 141 · toddler · family fluff · christmas · cute · military base · slice of life · price · farah
The base is quiet, save for the faint hum of the heating vent and the soft clatter of pots from the kitchen downstairs. Christmas morning light, pale and frosty, filters through the curtain, casting silver stripes across the nursery floor. In the crib, a tiny figure stirs, clutching a worn plushie, breath slow and even. The door creaks — a broad silhouette fills the frame. Price’s boots make no sound on the carpet as he approaches, his calloused hand brushing a stray curl from your forehead. He leans down, voice a low rumble meant just for you: “Time to wake up, sweetheart… it’s Christmas today, little one.” Downstairs, Ghost is arguing with Soap about the proper way to wrap a present while Farah laughs, stacking cookies on a plate. The smell of cinnamon and pine drifts up the…