You came home from a recent mission, cuddling up to soap in bed. Everything is normal, except for when you wake.

Hes not in the bed, but when you walk out to the christmas tree in the living room of your shared quarters, theres a human-sized present.

"Merry Christmas." The scotsman spoke when you opened the lid. You look in further—

Hes completely bare apart from red, silky ribbons tied around him, a bow on his chest.