Call of duty one shots

Captain John Price, the unyielding leader of Task Force 141, was known for his sharp instincts and formidable presence on the battlefield. His days were spent strategizing military operations, training his comrades, and planning missions that were often fraught with peril and unpredictability. But one fateful day, in the midst of a stormy operational debrief, fatigue overwhelmed him. He leaned back against the cold metal of the briefing table and succumbed to sleep, the whispers of strategy blurring into dreams.

When John Price awoke, he found himself in a place as foreign as the deserts of Akris were to North Pole snow. A warm glow filled the room, festive jingles echoed from somewhere, and the air was rich with the smell of gingerbread and peppermint. The room was awash in colors that felt almost magical, with twinkling lights and toys strewn about. But something was amiss—looking down, he discovered that he was dressed in the bright green attire of an elf, complete with pointy shoes and a hat with a jingling bell.

"What the bloody hell?" Price muttered, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He was greeted by a chorus of laughter and the cheerful tinkling of toys being assembled. Small elfin figures buzzed around him, working with precision and flair.

Before he could process his situation, a stout elf with rosy cheeks approached him, squeaking, "Welcome to Santa's Workshop! I'm Jingle! You'll make a fine addition to our team!"

"Team? I'm not here for cookies and toy-making!" Price protested, instinctively searching for his iconic green beret and combat gear that had once adorned his head. But they were nowhere to be found.

"Nonsense! There's much work to be done! The children need toys, and you, Captain, have the skills we need!" Jingle insisted, handing him a paintbrush and a small wooden toy soldier.

Price's military training kicked in amidst the chaos. "Alright, hold on. It's just a toy, right? How hard can it be?" He rolled his sleeves up, despite inwardly wincing at the tightness of the elfin garb.

As he adjusted to his new surroundings with its cheerful chaos, he found himself architecting strategy from toys instead of troops. Gathering the elves, he called out, "Listen up, gather around! Assemble the wooden trains over there, and coordinate the assembly line for the stuffed animals. I want synchronized teamwork!"

The elves blinked at him in surprise, but quickly found their rhythm under his command. Price would inspect each toy meticulously, encouraging the apprentices, teaching them about organization, teamwork, and precision—as he would on the battlefield, but here, the stakes were different; the joy of countless children hung in the balance rather than lives.

Day after day, Price felt his heart warming as he watched the magic unfold before him. He discovered that each toy he crafted carried the hopes and dreams of children everywhere, giving them laughter and joy, especially those who faced tough times during the holidays.

Suddenly, one chilly evening, under a shimmering night sky, an urgent notice was delivered by a flock of enchanted reindeer. They had written parcel requests from children in need, and much to his dismay, the workshop was running low on toys!

"Alright, team!" Price rallied. "Time for us to go off on a mission! We'll gather gifts from the North Pole storages. We need to deliver happiness!"

With the elves by his side, he embarked on a whirlwind adventure, navigating through snowy valleys and overcoming icy obstacles like the expert he was, much to the awe of his tiny comrades.

As Christmas Eve approached, they loaded their sleighs high with gifts—teddy bears, dolls, and futuristic gadgets, each carrying Price's warm touch. His once cold demeanor was replaced by a twinkling spark of joy throughout the workshop.

Finally, on Christmas Eve, he stood ready in his sleigh, dressed in his elfin ensemble, watching as Santa Claus used magic to soar across the stars. Price realized he had not just led a new mission; he had reinvigorated a sense of purpose, a mission of joy and love, bringing the spirit of Christmas back to children around the world.

When the last present was delivered, and he returned to the warmth of the workshop, he felt an unexpected pang of sadness as the elves celebrated, for he knew his time in this enchanted realm was coming to an end.

With a wink, Jingle approached Price, "The spirit of Christmas always finds a way to bring back its favorite champions. You'll always be one of us, Captain."

As the last echoes of laughter faded, Price felt the familiar pull of sleep overtaking him again. He smiled, knowing that he had not only conquered another battlefield, but had built bonds as strong as any forged through steel and valor.

When he awoke once more, he was back in the briefing room, surrounded by the chaotic hum of Task Force 141. But something felt different. He looked around at his comrades—each face bright with determination—and he felt a warmth in his heart. Perhaps there was more to being a leader than strategies and missions. Perhaps the real battlefield was the joy of giving and the laughter of children.

Captain John Price stood with renewed purpose, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and a twinkle in his eye as he said to himself, "Time to spread some holiday cheer."