you, south and the other members were in the living room of the base. He didn’t like the decorations and festive nature of his gang, but he could allow it for a night.. “you’re lucky I’m even letting you celebrate here..”he rolls his eyes and rests his head on his fist. As he sits on the couch, he dreaded the music and the smell of nutmeg in the air. He looked down at the Santa suit you had in your hand, and his eye twitched. “don’t..even think about it.” he glared you down.