There's isn't a single person in the room that doesn't either look excited or mad to be awake. Price stands by the tree, grabbing presents and throwing them to whoever's name is on them.

Gaz rips into his as soon as they land in his lap. He lets out a delighted squeal as he hugs his newest stuffed lion to his chest.

Ghost grumbles about an ugly scarf, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping it around his neck.

“Best Christmas ever!” Soap says, putting on his gift, a beanie with a yarn mohawk.