Call of duty one shots

Gaz blinked groggily as he opened his eyes, expecting to see the familiar dim light of his cramped quarters in the task force 141 base. Instead, he found himself in a vibrant, colorful room filled with candy-cane stripes and twinkling lights. The air was filled with the sweet scent of gingerbread and peppermint, and the sound of cheerful jingles echoed all around.

He sat up, his small frame feeling oddly different. Gaz looked down and gasped. Instead of his tactical gear, he was dressed in a bright green suit with red accents, complete with pointy shoes adorned with little bells. He reached up and touched his ears—they were pointed, just like the elves he'd seen in holiday films. Gaz pinched his cheeks, hoping this was just a dream. But the pinch hurt, and the festive surroundings felt all too real.

"What the hell happened?" he muttered to himself, anxiety creeping in. He kicked his legs over the edge of the table he found himself on and hopped down. The ground was softer than he expected, like plush carpet, and he gazed around in confusion.

Other elves, bustling around with purpose, were assembling toys, checking lists, and joyfully singing Christmas carols. Gaz took a moment to gather his wits. "Okay, Gaz," he said, breathing deeply. "Focus. You're still in a mission… just a very different one."

As he stepped further into the workshop, he noticed that the walls were adorned with clocks, each ticking away in anticipation of Christmas Eve. One clock caught his eye: it read just a few minutes before midnight. Panic surged within him—didn't they have some kind of timeline to uphold?

He approached a cheerful elf with rosy cheeks and a curly red wig. "Excuse me, um, can you tell me what's going on?" Gaz asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

The elf turned, her eyes bright with mirth. "Welcome to Santa's Workshop, new recruit! I'm Twinkle! You're just in time to help prepare for the big night! Seems like you've got all the makings of a great elf!"

A "great elf"? He was a soldier, a member of an elite task force, not some… toy-maker. Gaz tried to protest, but Twinkle picked up a stack of colorful building blocks and thrust them into his arms.

"Now get to it! We need to get these toys boxed and ready to deliver!" she called out, already hurrying off to assist another elf.

With no other option in sight and the weight of the boxes in his arms, Gaz released a resigned sigh. Adapting was key in any situation, he reminded himself. He plopped down at a bench, surrounded by tiny tools, paintbrushes, and an array of toys in various stages of completion.

As Gaz began to piece together the blocks, he reflected on his task. What would an elite soldier do in a workshop filled with joyous laughter and holiday cheer? He would embrace the mission. He started to find a rhythm, incorporating the precision he had honed in his previous life into toy-making. As he crafted, he found himself smiling; the atmosphere was contagious, and he realized that this was, in its own way, a mission of camaraderie and happiness.

Hours passed as he skillfully assembled toys, painted wooden figures, and decorated gift boxes. With every toy made, Gaz felt the burdens of his old life lifting away, replaced by a sense of purpose and belonging. The elves around him cheered and exchanged stories, and for the first time, Gaz began to understand the spirit of this place.

"Two more hours until we need everything finished!" Twinkle shouted, her energy electrifying the workshop. Gaz exchanged glances with his fellow elves, each understanding the importance of their work. They were creating joy and spreading love, something that brought them all together as a team.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Gaz felt something shift within him. The task force men hadn't been by his side in this enchanted workshop, but he was building a new kind of team, one filled with laughter and cheer, a force devoted to bringing happiness to children all over the world.

When the final bell tolled and the last toy was completed, Gaz stood back to admire their handiwork: a mountain of gifts ready for the sleigh. A sense of pride swelled within him, stronger than any he had felt in combat. He was a soldier of joy, now, an elf of the North Pole spreading cheer instead of fear.

As Santa himself appeared at the workshop entrance, a twinkle in his eye, Gaz felt a newfound thrill coursing through him. He had adapted, overcome, and found purpose once more.

"Thank you, my little helpers! Tonight, we deliver joy far and wide. And Gaz, you've truly embraced the spirit of Christmas," Santa said, a smile spreading across his face.

Gaz grinned, a warmth filling his heart. "Let's get to work, Santa," he replied, his voice confident and full of joy. In this new life, he had discovered a new mission worth fighting for—the mission to spread happiness and hope. And as he joined the rest of the elves on their magical sleigh ride into the night, Gaz knew he had finally found a place where he belonged.