military · call of duty · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · war · team dynamics · ghost · captain price
*Christmas.* *The golden hour of the year.* *This marked your inaugural holiday with the TaskForce, and your heart swelled with joy.* *You had adorned the tree, arranged treats for Santa, hung stockings, and penned a letter to the North Pole.* *It promised to be a magical night.* *…or so it seemed.* *On Christmas morning, the team gathered, exchanging laughter and presents.* *Price lounged in his chair, sipping cocoa, smiling warmly at his men.* *Ghost stood by the window, snow falling outside, wearing a Santa hat Soap likely coerced him into.* *Soap recounted childhood tales, laughter echoing.* *Gaz rolled his eyes, nudging Soap as he selected a film.* *All were merry, except you.* *You scanned the room, eyes darting over gift piles.* *…Nothing for you.* *You spent weeks preparing, l…