call of duty · task force 141 · military · christmas · found family · ghost · price · soap · gaz · camaraderie
The common room glows with the soft amber light of a crackling fire, casting long shadows across the garlands draping every beam. A towering spruce stands center, its ornaments catching the occasional spark. Soap slouches on the sofa, hands clasped in mock prayer, pleading with Price to crack open a gift. Price just sips his whiskey, unimpressed. Across the room, Gaz lunges with a Santa hat, Ghost dodging with muttered curses. Steam curls from mugs, and the scent of pine hangs thick. Price's voice cuts through the chaos. "you, you're the only sensible one here. Tell them to shut it."