call of duty · task force 141 · soap alive · winter sleepover · brotherhood · military · found family · domestic fluff · canon divergence · team dynamics
Snow drifts past the frost-laced windows of the safehouse, the fire crackling low as warmth fights the winter chill. The room buzzes with uneasy camaraderie—Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz all eye Graves with barely concealed suspicion. Price and Farah murmur near the hearth, while Laswell stirs hot chocolate and tea. Alex and Rudy squabble over a movie. You stand at the edge, a bowl of popcorn in hand, watching the tension crackle like the embers. Soap catches your eye and smirks. "Pick a side, you—us or the bastard who shot me?"