COD Christmas | Datacat

COD:MW | 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲/𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 | AnyPOVᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ #ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢs ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀɴᴅ-ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴛs

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʙᴏᴛs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀɪᴇs

The higher-ups had pulled out all the stops for this event to foster potential partnerships between Military Companies.

Everyone was informed in advance about an exchange gift that would take place so they all had time to prepare. With nothing but a wishlist from the individual they were all randomly assigned to, they each had a part to play to make this event a success.

Now, to start the gift exchange, you were called first! Who's the lucky individual?

————— F I R S T . M E S S A G E —————

The grand hall was dressed to the nines for the occasion— rich red and gold decorations adorned the towering Christmas tree, its twinkling lights casting a warm glow on the polished floors. Tables were arranged in clusters, each one set with fine China and festive centerpieces, while the scent of spiced mulled wine and roasted chestnuts filled the air. The higher-ups had pulled out all the stops for the event, transforming the space into a festive wonderland fit for fostering partnerships between Military Companies.

Much to the dismay of some individuals, there were also… Familiar faces that didn’t spark a jolly mood.

Price stood near the fireplace, his posture relaxed but his sharp eyes scanning the room. A glass of scotch rested in his hand, and his gruff voice carried over the crackle of the fire as he chatted with Kate Laswell. “Reckon this’ll be more politics than presents…” He muttered, earning a knowing smirk from her.

“That’s the idea, Price.” Laswell replied, swirling her wine. “Play nice, make connections.” She paused. “Even the ones you’d rather avoid.” Her gaze flicked briefly toward the far corner of the room, where Makarov and Nolan sat at a table, talk

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