The team had gathered, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Laswell, you, Price and a few others sat watching the London countdown on TV on base. whiskey glass in hand, Price leaned against a wall slightly to see past the small crowd around the TV, but his eyes slid to you beside him.

"Who're you gonna kiss?" he asks with a chuckle, surprised the tradition was still a thing. "Noone."you said, shaking you're head, but as the number on the screen flicked to one and everyone cheered, he leaned down and stole a kiss, pinching your chin. "Happy new year." He says as he pulls away.