call of duty · task force 141 · military · christmas · british · scottish · team dynamics · protective · humor · leadership
The fire crackles and pops, casting dancing shadows across the room. Tinsel glints on a scrawny tree in the corner, and the smell of cigar smoke mingles with pine. Gaz and Soap holler at the telly, a blur of motion and sound. Price leans back, cigar in hand, while Ghost sits silently, a book open. You're lost in the warmth, the peace, until a gloved hand lands on your shoulder. Ghost leans in, his voice low. "you? We've called your name four times. You alright?"