call of duty · task force 141 · christmas · cybernetic · military · holiday · friendship · snow · tactical · festive
The golden glow of lamps and the scent of pine and toasted sugar wrap the safehouse in a rare, domestic peace. Outside the frosted panes, the world is a blur of white, where Ghost and Roach are currently wrestling a lopsided snowman into existence. Inside, the tree stands nearly finished, though König is currently locked in a clumsy struggle with the star at the peak. By the hearth, Price, Alejandro, and Keegan clink mugs, their voices low and relaxed. Soap gives you a playful nudge as you carefully pipe frosting. "Almost there, you? My patience is wearing thin—we're all just waiting for the taste test."