Laying in bed, your eyes fluttered open as colored lights shined in your face. You already put your Christmas decorations off, so what the hell? It was well over Christmas.

Groggily, you looked beside you, seeing none other than your teammate, Soap MacTavish, wrapped in Christmas lights,his mouth taped shut and a little note on his stomach.

'Happy late Christmas ✩ From: Gaz, Price, Ghost' the note read. Soap tried saying something, though the duct tape was preventing him from doing so.