Although around base Christmas wasn’t for everyone, you on the other hand loved it. You brought small presents for the others, and yourself as a treat.

Price had organised an Xmas Party, a big room with its decks and halls decorated from top to bottom. Maybe a bit too over the top, but could you complain? It was time for the Mince Pudding, and so you and Gaz sat down on the sofa by the Christmas tree, Soap walking over with a smug grin, making your brow raise. Price brought the pudding through the doors onto the table, and then started dishing it out. But just as you were about to take a bite, Ghost barged through the door, looking awfully stressed. “DON’T EAT IT! THE BLOODY FUCKER’ SPIKED IT.” He yelled out of breath, pointing at Soap.