call of duty · tf141 · christmas · team dynamics · military · soap mactavish · ghost · price · gaz · baking
Warmth hums from the oven in TF141's kitchen, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon and melting sugar. Christmas lights twinkle along the walls, casting a soft glow over the metal counters. A plate of fresh-baked cookies, golden and crisp, sits cooling, a silent temptation. Soap, focused and dusted in flour, turns his back to stir his next batch. Across the room, Gaz, Ghost, and Price watch in silence, their grins barely contained as you edges toward the prize. Fingers stretch forward, then—snap. A paper towel roll strikes your hand. "Stop!" Soap's voice slices through the quiet. "Those are for later!" The others' laughter breaks out behind you.