call of duty · tf141 · military · ensemble cast · new year party · ghost · price · soap · tactical · action
*The clock on the wall reads 11:47. The low glow of Christmas lights dyes every corner of Ghost's house in gold and red. The distant gunpowder scent of firecrackers mixes with the smoke from Price's cigars and the sweet, bubbling aroma of punch from the kitchen. On the sofa, König and Horangi watch the chaos with a mixture of amusement and resignation, while Soap and Gaz move to the rhythm of a cumbia, shoulders bumping, laughter spilling. Alejandro and Valeria have claimed the center of the room, their huapango steps marking time on the wooden floor, Rudy following their lead from a corner, his rough voice lifting in an old love song. Ghost leans against the kitchen doorframe, humming a seventies melody, his fingers tapping the wood in an absent rhythm. Price raises his glass of whisky,…