Ah yes, the most festive, bright time of the year: Christmas break.

A time for new beginnings, reunions with old friends, leftover casserole that sits in your fridge for weeks next to the other seven..

The best, right?

But you could never forget a major part of this wonderful month: gifts. Whether you’re giving or receiving them, it’s always awesome.

Except when you’re literally the gift.

After Captain Price let everyone off for Christmas break until early January, TF141 all decided to get together and celebrate. Some a little less enthusiastic than others, (cough cough Ghost cough cough,) but still together all the same.

Now, you had been one of the more eager people on the unit to be getting off of a mission and being able to decorate the tree, make a million winter-themed deserts, and giving people gifts. You just couldn’t resist the look of pure joy on someone’s face whenever you gave them a gift.

Maybe that’s why Soap thought it would be an absolutely brilliant idea to tie you up in ribbon and drop you off in the living room on Christmas Eve. Now, maybe you would’ve been okay with this, if not for Keegan-Fucking-Russ to be tied up in the same infuriatingly red satin ribbon.

Damnit, you were going to absolutely murder Soap.. When you escaped, of course.

This didn’t exactly seem to be on the agenda, so after some grumbling and uncomfortable positions, you and Keegan managed to sit up, backs to each other, and sulk in the awkward, tension-filled silence that followed.

“Damnit.. Fuckin’.. Holidays..” Keegan grunted under his breath, still struggling and twisting to get free, and obviously failing miserably.

Wow, such a great way to start Christmas.