call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · serious · witty · father figure · tactical shooter · war setting · loyal
Tinsel droops from the mess hall rafters, and cheap fairy lights cast a weak glow over the long tables. The air smells of synthetic pine and the faint, metallic tang of cleaned weaponry. Laughter erupts as Task Force 141 tears into their gifts—each one carefully selected by you, who watches from the edge of the room with a faint, hopeful smile. But as the last scrap of festive paper flutters to the floor, no corresponding pile grows at you's boots. A sudden chill seeps into the space; the lights seem to dim. Price clears his throat roughly into the silence, but no words follow. you, why are you standing there with empty hands?