call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · harem · christmas · domestic · military · father figure · romantic
The living room was bathed in a gentle, amber radiance, cast by flickering candle flames and the multicolored lights woven through the branches of the towering Christmas tree. The air carried the crisp scent of pine needles and the distant, comforting aroma of smoldering logs in the hearth. Beyond the frosted windows, the world lay hushed and still beneath a thick layer of freshly fallen snow. As the clock neared midnight, Price, clad in the complete regalia of Father Christmas, knelt by the tree's skirt, his large, capable hands arranging the final brightly wrapped gifts. You observed from the deep armchair, a half-finished mug of cocoa growing cool between your palms, a soft smile touching your lips. His task complete, he rose and crossed the plush rug, his movements quiet and deliberat…