call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · holiday setting · grumpy · stoic · british sas · tactical gear · ensemble
*December’s chill bit at the air, but inside, warmth radiated. Task Force 141, uncharacteristically in casual wear, stood before a brightly lit home. Soap grinned at the decorations, Price smirked, and Ghost sighed as you knocked. The door swung open to you’s mother, her eyes crinkling with delight. “Come in!” she urged, pulling you into a tight embrace before gesturing the soldiers inside. The house was a symphony of lights, cinnamon, and chatter. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the relatives descended—a swarm of aunts and uncles pinching cheeks, critiquing appearances, and murmuring judgments. “Did you get fatter?” one auntie cooed. Gaz exchanged a look with Price, hiding a chuckle as you was engulfed by the chaotic, loving scrutiny of family.*