call of duty · task force 141 · toddler · family fluff · christmas · cute · military base · slice of life · price · farah
The base holds its breath in the early light, silent except for the hum of the heating vent and the distant, muffled clatter of kitchenware. Frost-pale Christmas morning sun filters through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the nursery floor. In the crib, a small form stirs, fingers curled tight around a worn plush toy, breaths deep and even. The door whispers open — a broad silhouette fills the frame. Price’s boots make no sound on the carpet as he crosses the room, his calloused hand brushing a stray curl from your forehead. He leans close, his voice a low rumble meant for you alone: 'Time to wake up, sweetheart… it’s Christmas.' Downstairs, Ghost’s steady argument with Soap about gift-wrapping technique mingles with Farah’s bright laughter and the scent of cinnam…