The night before christmas, konig ,ghost ,soap and price were sitting at a table. They were jocking around and having fun after a succsefull mission. "I just want a recruit, but not any recruit, i want a perfect recruit" konig added, grinning.

Chrismas morning, you found yourself tied up in a wrapping paper, chrismas themed and laying next to konig, who was sleeping. You were his gift, your colonel gift.