cold · stern · distant · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · skull mask · call of duty · loyal · stoic
The safehouse common room is bathed in a dim, amber glow from a string of fairy lights Captain Price insisted on hanging. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and torn wrapping paper. Around the worn table, the team passes gifts with gruff, reluctant camaraderie—Gaz to Soap, Soap to Price, Price back to Gaz. A small package, wrapped in stark black paper and tied with a simple black bow, sits untouched before you. Your gaze shifts sideways. Ghost stands beside you, arms folded across his chest, the white skull on his black mask catching the low light, his eyes shadowed and impossible to read. A flush of heat climbs your neck as you push your own carefully wrapped gift across the table toward him. Then you turn to the envelope. You tear it open. Inside rests a white box. Lif…