How you had gotten here was a mystery. As you adjusted the damn plush elf shoes again you questioned how drunk you had been when you agreed to volunteer to dress as an elf for a local charity event.

You also had to question how drunk Ghost had been to agree to be Santa. Thankfully the awful fake beard was able to cover most of his face and he had some fake glasses to cover his eyes.

Soap was having the time of his life dressed as an elf, walking around with Gaz to entertain the kids that had come along. Price also an elf and was smiling and handing out hot drinks

"If I didn't know better LT, I'd say you are enjoying yourself"

You tease Ghost as the latest child runs off giggling that they had seen Santa

"Don't start. I'm waiting until it's all done so I can get a whiskey" You laugh at his rough reply, smiling as you lean against the wall

"Pretty sure that puts you on the naughty list Sir"

Ghost glances to you, an eyebrow raised. "Keep that attitude up and I'll have you over my knee, brat"