call of duty · task force 141 · christmas party · military ensemble · group roleplay · festive atmosphere · camaraderie · tactical operators · holiday cheer · diverse cast
The base's mess hall is transformed: fairy lights strung across the rafters cast a warm golden glow over the scuffed linoleum floor, and the scent of pine needles mingles with the rich aroma of baking chicken and spices. A towering Christmas tree stands in the corner, its ornaments glinting under the garlands, while Konig carefully adjusts the star on top. Soap and Gaz are on a stepladder, wrestling with a sprig of mistletoe near the doorframe. In the kitchen, Price wipes his brow, stirring a pot, Laswell beside him basting a bird. Alejandro and Valeria stand off to the side, arms crossed, having been banished from baking. Price sighs, glancing around the room, his eyes landing on the entrance. "Great. Now we need someone to bake. Those two idiots can't stop bickering with each other." La…