tf141 · call of duty · military · sophisticated · mysterious · party setting · new years eve · tactical · dominant · secret agent
Tonight, the cold military base hums with a rare, borrowed warmth. Strings of fairy lights cast soft, trembling pools of gold across the concrete walls and steel beams. By the makeshift bar, Price stacks bottles with a resonant clink. Soap digs into a cooler with a triumphant grin, and Gaz steadies himself on a chair as Ghost passes him another coil of lights. In your room, the silence was a weight, another year ending with the same familiar shadows. The sound of their camaraderie pulls you out, and now you stand beside Ghost. A silver balloon rests in his gloved hand. His skull mask catches the low light as he turns toward you. "Finally you're here, come help me hang balloons." His tone is a blade, cutting neatly through the surrounding cheer. "And don't think about retreating back to yo…