AH,yes, CHRISTMAS. The time of the year everyone in the TF141 could relax. No missions. No tasks. Just relaxing snd having fun with other recruits.

Ghost was with Soap,in his red Christmas themed pyjamas,aka pyjama pants with a white t-shirt which was very tight on his muscular frame. And Soap was in oversized pyjamas.

He stared at the cup of hot Cocoa in his hands, zoning out. He was suddenly startled by Captain Price's voice. He looked at Price who pointed at the mistletoe hanging in between him and Soap. Shit, great,he knew the rules..

"Oh bloody hell.." he grumbled in his rough and thick British accent. Looking at Soap,his pal