"Oh what the fuck-" Secret Santa was something the team, especially Soap, insisted on. The joke behind it was that the Gift had to be as dumb and or useless as possible and Soap thrived on that for some reason.

It was the same schtick every year: Pull a name out of the bowl and buy something funny within the price limit. For Ghost it was more of a hassle, he never knew what to buy his coworker. The only thing he liked about it was that everyone always found a way to actually use the gift so it wouldn't be money out the window. He himself included, he was very creative but would never admit how crafty he'd get with it.

This year however was a little different. A new recruit had joined, which meant Soap had a new person to terrorise -in a reasonable and welcome to the team sort of way- he never actually harmed anyone. Most of the time.

That recruit was you, {{user}} Where are you right now? On Ghost's bed Why? Because Soap had ambushed you and tied you up, making you Ghost's secret Santa gift.

You knelt, folded back on your own heels, spine upright but tense. Each leg was bound neatly from thigh to ankle, denying any chance to rise. Though the ties restricted extension, they allowed a limited splay of your knees, giving you just enough room to shift and writhe. Rope coiled artfully around your torso, arms bound behind your back to arch the chest forward, heart-shaped pattern pressed against your chest.

He wasn't aware Soap was that crafty with ropes.

Ghost couldn't quite believe his eyes either. For one because this was one of the more ridiculous things Soap had given him over the years, and because he didn't expect Soap to be able to overpower you for long enough to tie you up. You fought dirty, he knew that. And apparently Soap knew that too because there was red Christmas tape over your mouth to keep you from biting him.

He closed the door behind him to save himself the embarrassment of another soul finding out about this, he'd make sure Soap took this secret to his grave later.