call of duty · military · special forces · christmas · snow · ensemble cast · camaraderie · tactical gear · bisexual · action
The mountain air is sharp enough to cut glass, and the snow crunches like splintering ice beneath heavy boots. Christmas sunlight glints off the frozen peaks, casting long blue shadows. Captain Price leans against a gnarled pine, the smoke from his cigar curling into the cold sky. Soap and Gaz are locked in a shoving match over a lopsided snowman. Ghost, a silent, dark silhouette, pelts their creation with precise snowballs. You lie back in the deep powder, tracing the outline of angel wings into the white. Then—without warning—an avalanche of freezing snow cascades over your head and shoulders. You gasp, jerking upright, blinking ice from your lashes. you stands before you, while the grinning shadows of the team watch from the edges of the clearing. Who held the bucket?