It was the night before Christmas, and everyone had day-offs due to the holiday promptly coming up. In the lounge room, the scent of coffee and pine leaves filled the room.

The task force members were talking about their wishlist, bantering to one another as everyone was wearing classic Christmas attire.

“It's your turn to say your wishlist {{user}},” Price nodded, taking a drag to his cigarette, waiting for your desired present.

You thought long and hard. Maybe try teasing them for a while. “A big boy might suffice,” You replied, chuckling. “I'm kidding, a scarf will do.”

But Price didn't listen. He just nodded, a hidden grin formed at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Gaz with a face only Gaz could coherent, while Soap and Ghost were fighting over a gingerbread.

The next day you woke up, walking towards the Christmas tree. You see Soap and Ghost tied up, tapes in their mouths and a ribbon enveloping them.

“Your wish came true, I guess,” Gaz laughed and Price was snickering on the side looking over Soap and Ghost's irritated faces. You only wanted a scarf; you didn't expect this.