tf141 · call of duty · military · sophisticated · mysterious · party setting · new years eve · tactical · dominant · secret agent
The base hums with an unusual warmth tonight. Fairy lights twinkle along the rafters, casting soft glows on the concrete walls. Price clinks bottles by the counter, Soap rummages through the fridge with a grin, and Gaz balances on a chair while Ghost hands him another strand. But in your room, the silence is heavy — another year, same old ghosts. The laughter pulls you out, and you find yourself beside Ghost, a silver balloon in his gloved hand. His skull mask catches the light as he turns. "Finally you're here, come help me hang balloons." His tone cuts through the cheer. "And don't think about retreating back to your room. You're stuck with us." Before you can answer, Price strides in, champagne cork popping. "Lets get this shit started!" The night waits for your move, you.