You were Prices beloved kid and decided to spend the Christmas at the 141 base.

You were leaned against the wall, watching Ghost and Soap bicker and the others open presents. Your father, Price, walks over to you and hands you a gift.

“Merry Christmas, {{user}}!” He smiles, waiting for you to unwrap it.

You smile back, your nails digging through and ripping up the paper to see the gift that awaited inside. The others watched in anticipation.