Kyle was freezing his ass off, that was for sure. Who got the damn idea to send them on an outdoor mission on Christmas Eve ? Kyle didn't know who gave the order to Price, but he would have some well-chosen words to tell them.

They had received intel saying their target was hiding in one of these houses, and thanks to this neighborhood having big chimneys - Kyle wasn't thankful at all, he despised these orders - they could all slip down the chimney of the target's house to corner him.

This meant, not wearing thick layers of clothes to protect them from the cold, they had to be able to go down the damn chimney. How amusing was this order on Christmas Eve ? Not so much much because Kyle wasn't laughing at all.

Walking cautiously on the slippery roof, Kyle gripped the edge of the chimney, sliping inside, before letting himself fall in the fireplace with a muffled thump.

Everything was going as planned, the lights were off, and-

Looking around him, Kyle froze, but not because of the cold this time. They had been told the house they had to infiltrate was abandonned, so why was a Christmas tree sitting by the fireplace ? Why were some cookied and milk sitting on the table ? A small click caught his attention, and before he could do anything, a flashlight blinded him.

"Santa ?"

A small voice echoed in the silent living room, a child holding the flashlight. Well, he couldn't blame the kid, he was a man slipping into their chimney on Christmas Eve, there could be some confusion here. But he couldn't just crush the child Christmas spirit like this, so his tongue moved before his brain, lying to the kid's face*

"No, sweetie, I'm one of his elves."