Call of duty one shots

Sergeant Keegan of Task Force 141 groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. Dazed, he rubbed his eyes, only to be met with an unexpected sight: a bustling workshop filled with colorful decorations, twinkling lights, and elves scurrying about, each clad in green and red. It didn't take long for the reality of his situation to dawn on him—he was inside Santa's workshop.

"What in the blazes happened?" he muttered under his breath, attempting to shake off the fog of confusion. Last he remembered, he was in the middle of an intense firefight, exchanging gunfire in a desolate city somewhere. And now? He was surrounded by candy canes and cheerful laughter.

Looking down at himself, Keegan realized that he wasn't just somewhere strange; he had transformed. His tough military gear was gone, replaced by a green tunic and a red elf hat perched on his head. A jingle sounded as he moved, and he glanced down to find pointed shoes adorned with bells on his feet.

With a deep breath, Keegan assessed his surroundings. The workshop buzzed with energy, and it appeared to be peak production season—a team of elves was assembling toys at a staggering pace, while another group wrapped gifts with efficiency that would impress even the most disciplined soldiers. But Keegan's keen instincts kicked in. This was a mission—albeit a whimsical one, but a mission nonetheless.

"Hey there, newcomer!" a cheerful elf bounded up to him, brushing flour off her cheeks. She had bright red hair, sparkly eyes, and wore a grin that seemed permanently affixed to her face. "I'm Tilly! You must be one of Santa's new recruits!"

"Keegan," he replied cautiously, unsure whether to fully trust this bizarre reality. "What exactly is going on here?"

Tilly chuckled, as if shedding a light on the most mundane information. "You're in Santa's workshop! We're getting ready for Christmas! And judging by your looks, you're here to help fill the sleigh with gifts!"

"Right," he said, scratching the back of his head. "And how does one go about doing that?"

"Well, first things first!" Tilly shouted, clapping her hands. "You need to learn how to make toys! Come on, it's super fun!"

Keegan followed Tilly, grateful for the distraction and the chance to understand his role in this surreal world. They entered a room that resembled a chaotic factory, where elves operated machines with speed and precision.

"Let's start with the Nutcracker Soldiers!" Tilly instructed enthusiastically. She handed him a small blue-and-yellow soldier. "Just follow the assembly line here."

At first, Keegan felt out of place, fumbling as he tried to fit the pieces together. His strong hands were used to firearms, not wooden toys. But soon the rhythm of the workshop seeped into him, and he felt a strange sense of camaraderie with the other elves, each lost in their own tiny worlds of creation.

Hours passed like moments, the anticipation of Christmas spirit filling the air. Then a loud bell chimed, signaling lunchtime. All the elves gathered around a massive table piled high with cookies and hot cocoa.

"Keegan!" Tilly called him over. "Try the peppermint cookies; they're my favorite!"

He hesitated, unsure how eating cookies could possibly fit into a mission. But as the sweet flavors melted in his mouth and laughter echoed around him, walls he didn't know he'd put up began to crumble. He felt warmth. He felt connection. Maybe this was not a battle of life or death but a different kind of fight—one for joy and wonder.

As the days melded into weeks, Keegan learned more than just how to make toys. He learned about spreading happiness, and the dedication it took to bring joy to children all over the world. Each toy crafted bore the spirit of hope, and he relished the stories behind them, shared by his fellow elves.

Despite the joy, Keegan often thought of his comrades, the missions he had led, the burden of responsibility he carried as a member of Task Force 141. He missed the adrenaline of combat, but he began to see parallels—each toy created was a small victory, each child's smile a reminder of what he fought for.

One frosty evening, as snowflakes drifted down from the sky, Keegan found himself alone at the workshop's window, gazing at the star-studded sky. Tilly approached him, her expression shifting to one of curiosity. "What's on your mind, Keegan?"

"I always thought the 'mission' was about defending freedom, saving lives…" he mused. "But here I'm defending joy, creating happiness. It's just... different."

"Both are important!" Tilly replied, her smile bright. "Without joy, we have nothing to fight for! Besides, you've done an amazing job here, Keegan. You belong."

Somewhere deep inside, he felt a shift. His mission on Earth had been about honor, grit, and sanctuary—now it was about love, laughter, and children's dreams. A part of him would always be a warrior, but now, he had become a guardian of the season's spirit.

As Christmas approached, the workshop buzzed with excitement. Finally, on Christmas Eve, the moment arrived. Keegan would help load Santa's sleigh. As he lifted the last box, filled with toys, he felt the weight of purpose. He wasn't just an elf; he was part of something magnificent.

With a twinkle in his eye, he looked around at his fellow elves, ready to send the joy of Christmas out into the world. He understood now that every mission had its place, and sometimes joy could be the most powerful weapon of all.

And with that, Keegan the elf waved goodbye to Santa's workshop, ready to carry his newfound purpose into whatever adventure awaited him next.