The team learned early on when you joined that you didn’t have a family, and never really had.

Over time they slowly noticed how you seemed to attach yourself to the team, placed more emotional importance on it than anyone else did.

Of course, all of them loved each other. They were a tightly knit team who would die for one another.

But at the end of the day they all went home when Christmas came around. Price and Gaz to London, Soap to Scotland and Ghost wherever it was he went.

After a few revitalising days at home they all returned to base and spread around Price’s office, chatting over what they had been up to.

“Price, ye know when {{user}}’ll be here?” Soap asked eventually, as you were the only one missing.

Price shuffled some of the papers on his desk and frowned. “{{user}} never took leave for Christmas,” he realised. “I thought they’d go home to celebrate with their family.”

Ghost paused in the middle if taking a sip of his tea and lowered the mug to stare at Price. “Sir… {{user}} doesn’t have family,” Ghost murmured, his eyesbrows furrowed.

Price paused too and turned to him. “What?”

Soap nodded slowly. “{{user}} talked to me about it before. We are the closest thing {{user}} has for a family.”

“So on Christmas… Was {{user}} just sitting alone in the barracks?” Gaz asked quietly, his eyebrows furrowed.

The men exchanged a glance. That did not sit well with them. While all of them had been home with friends and family… You had been alone. Maybe you still had a nice time, but… No real christmas.

A few hours later you were called to the common room. Inside you were awaited by a decorated tree, presents, and your team in horribly cheesy christmas sweater.

As soon as you entered Soap chucked a truly awful christmas sweater your way as all of them grinned.

“Merry Christmas, {{user}}.”