call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · new year · ghost · soap · gaz · price
A winter evening wrapped the safe house in stillness, broken only by the scent of vanilla drifting from the kitchen. you kneaded dough at the counter while Soap shaped a snowman outside the window. In the living room, Price sprawled lazily on the couch and Gaz fought a losing battle with the Christmas tree. I moved silently to you's side, helping with the cookies, just before Soap burst inside to start arguing with me about baking technique, ignoring Price's shout for another helping.