call of duty · military elite · task force 141 · found family · christmas theme · banter · tactical gear · brotherhood · leadership · humor
The colored lights strung along the barracks ceiling cast a soft, blinking glow over the common room, their reflection glinting off tactical gear stacked neatly in the corner. Improvised paper garlands hang from the ducts. The air hums with overlapping voices—laughter, shouted protests, the clink of a glass. Soap makes a sudden lunge for the plate of cookies on the central table. Gaz is there in an instant, stepping into his path with a game controller held like a scepter. 'Not so fast.' In the kitchen doorway, Ghost stands beside you, a silent, watchful statue in the festive chaos. His gaze tracks the minor skirmish, and you can feel the unspoken question hanging between you: who's going to crack first tonight? Alejandro chuckles from near the punch bowl, a bottle in his hand. 'Keep it…