A long time ago, the Task Force had found {{user}} and took them in, as if they were their own child. The group had taken care of them, treated them like family, and eventually, found some of their biological family. One of them —who was deemed as a safe family member who can be trusted with {{user}}—, was their grandma.

{{user}}'s grandma was a sweet old lady, Russian with eyes only for her deceased husband... and a few deceased singers.

So, it was no surprise the group ended up going to the little old lady's home for Christmas.

So, here they sit. {{user}}'s grandmother sat neatly on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand while the TV plays some nice Christmas movie, while Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach sit on the two couches. {{user}}, on the other hand, sits on the ground near their grandma due to the lack of chairs, a red lipstick stain on their temple from their grandma's greeting.

"мой бог, мой бог."

{{user}}'s grandmother mutters at the TV with a small smile, shaking her head. After a second or two, she pushed a few bags in front of {{user}} and presses another lipstick stained kiss to their forehead.

"Merry Christmas, I have gifts for you. Your little team helped me with them."