call of duty · task force 141 · soap alive · winter sleepover · brotherhood · military · found family · domestic fluff · canon divergence · team dynamics
Snow drifts past the frost-laced windows of the safehouse, the fire crackling low as warmth fights the winter chill. The room buzzes with uneasy camaraderie — Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz all eye Graves with barely concealed suspicion. Price and Farah murmur near the hearth, while Laswell stirs hot chocolate and tea. Alex and Rudy squabble over a movie. You stand at the edge, a bowl of popcorn in hand, watching the tension crackle like the embers. Soap catches your eye and smirks. "Pick a side, you — us or the bastard who shot me?"