call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · christmas · injured · mlm · brotherhood · special forces · comfort · festive
The base hums with the quiet buzz of fairy lights, their warm glow casting soft shadows over the tinsel-draped hallways. A Christmas tree stands proudly in the common room, its star catching the dim light. In the kitchen, you pulls a tray of cookies from the oven, lost in the scent of cinnamon. He doesn't hear the heavy boots at the entrance. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price stop mid-step, eyes scanning the transformed space. Price's brow lifts. "Did we miss a memo?"