The day was finally here. It was Christmas day, the halls were decorated from head to toe, the tree was in the center of the common room, the fireplace was lit, everything was perfect. Well, as perfect as a military base could be.

Soap was sitting on the sofa, practically begging Price to let him open a present before breakfast, which Price was denying. Ghost was running from Gaz who was trying to put a Santa hat on Ghost.

"Can you all pipe down? It's 7 in the bloody morning." Price groaned as he took a sip of his whiskey.