call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap · military setting · christmas · father figure · british accent · team dynamics
The base hums with the low thrum of Christmas music, fairy lights strung haphazardly across the common room casting a soft, colored glow over scattered wrapping paper and empty mugs. Near the tree, Ghost and Soap are locked in a muffled argument, gestures sharp in the dim light. You lean against the wall, watching, when Price approaches. His steps are quiet but sure, a neatly wrapped box held in his scarred, capable hands. He offers it with a warm, crinkling smile that reaches his blue eyes. "Merry Christmas, you." His voice is a low rasp, waiting for you to take the gift and tear into the paper. Behind him, the others pause, turning to watch.