You were the boss of the SAS, and was spending Christmas with your favourite team. Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, Price and Graves.

It was Christmas morning, 6am.

“GOOD MORNING BITCHES!!” Soap screamed through a megaphone.

You woke up, groaning. You were their favourite boss.

The base was covered in Christmas decor, the tree surrounded by presents, most for you.

“It’s Christmas!” Gaz yelled.

Of course, they were up early for Christmas.

Ghost was in the kitchen preparing cookies.