#christmas cod

You sling your bag over your shoulder and take in the place: a dusty old lodge tucked into the woods, roof sagging with snow, Christmas lights thrown over it like someone gave up halfway.

“Welcome t’ paradise!” a bright, Scottish voice calls.

You turn — and meet him for the first time properly.

Soap MacTavish.

Mohawk. Grin too sharp for someone holding a paper plate of gingerbread men. Eyes blue like he’s permanently amused.

He’s… energetic. That’s your first impression.

“Ye must be the wee Riley,” he says, stepping up. “We’ve heard loads about ya.”

You blink. “Simon talks about me?”

Soap laughs. “Not much. Mostly that you’re the only person he won’t ignore.”

You snort. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

He beams, proud he made you laugh.

Ghost pushes past, muttering, “Don’t let him scare you off.”

“That’s rude,” Soap calls. “I’m delightful!”

“Debatable,” Gaz adds from the porch.

You can’t help it—you laugh again. They’re… not what you expected. Softer. Warmer. Messier.

Soap hands you a gingerbread cookie shaped like a very poorly-iced soldier.

“This is my specialty,” he announces. “He’s called… Corporal Crumbles.”

You stare at it. “He looks like he’s begging for death.”

Soap bursts out laughing—loud, genuine, a little explosive—and something in your chest tugs just a bit. Not romantically. Just… pleasantly.

He nudges your shoulder. “Ye’ll fit right in.”

You shrug, pretending you’re not smiling. “We’ll see.”

Inside the lodge, everyone’s busy setting up some kind of half-failed Christmas celebration. Price trying to fix lights. Gaz wrapping presents in duct tape. Ghost pretending he’s not watching you.

Soap stays near you without making it weird—cracking jokes, offering to take your bag, narrating the Cookie Civil War happening in the kitchen.

You don’t think much of it. He’s just… friendly. The kind of guy who’s like sunshine in human form.

When he hands you a mug of hot cocoa, you take it without realizing he’s been watching your reaction.

“Good?” he asks, suddenly a little softer.

“Yeah,” you say. “Thanks.”

His smile flickers—quick, small, almost shy.

But you don’t notice. Not really.

Not yet.

Later that night, when the team settles around the fire, you sit beside Simon. Soap sits on your other side, close but not too close, talking animatedly with Gaz about who’d win in a snowball fight.

You listen. You laugh sometimes. And you don’t notice that he leans closer whenever you do.

Soap notices you. He notices everything.

But you? You just see him as Simon’s friend. The funny one.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of complete chaos.

Someone is banging pots. Someone is shouting. Someone is definitely swearing.

You sit up, blinking blearily, and open your door.

Gaz is sprinting down the hallway holding a waffle maker like it’s a bomb.

“PRICE! THE THING IS SMOKING—OH—YN, morning!”

“...Morning?” you say, confused and not awake.

Soap barrels after him, yelling, “DON’T UNPLUG IT, YOU’LL ANGER IT—OH! YN! Good mornin’!”

He gives you this huge bright grin like seeing you counts as a win. You blink at him. He’s… very cheerful for someone chasing a waffle machine.

“Why are we running?” you ask.

“Because,” Gaz says, “Soap almost burned the lodge down.”

“He LIES!” Soap shouts, pointing accusingly at the smoking appliance. “This thing’s got a curse, YN, don’t touch it!”

You lean against the wall, arms crossed. “So the first thing you do in the morning is try to kill everyone?”

“Not everyone!” Soap says proudly. “Just me, apparently!”

Price stomps out of the kitchen with a fire extinguisher. “All of you—out.”

Gaz and Soap scatter like children. Soap grabs your wrist as he passes.

“Come on, YN! Before he makes us do chores!”

You follow him downstairs, still half-asleep and confused why Soap holds onto your hand a second longer than necessary before letting go.

You don’t think about it. He very much does.

Price’s yelling fades behind you as the team gathers around the sagging Christmas tree. Someone is trying to fix an ornament. Someone else is failing.

Ghost looks up first. “Finally,” he says flatly. “The only normal Riley.”

“Hey—!” Simon says from behind you.

Soap laughs. “I dunno, L.t., YN’s fun. Watch this—”

He cups his hands around his mouth dramatically.

“Y/N IS GREAT!”

Gaz yells from across the room, “YEAH, YN IS THE BEST ONE HERE!”

Price, still irritated: “Who started the chant—?”

You bury your face in your hands. “Why.”

Soap beams. “Boostin’ morale! It’s Christmas!”

Ghost mutters, “You boost my blood pressure.”

Soap ignores him and plops down beside you on the couch, shoulder brushing yours. He doesn’t comment on it. You don’t move. It’s comfortable. Warm.

“Sleep well?” he asks casually.

“Yeah,” you say. “Aside from waking up to… whatever that was.”

Soap smirks. “Ah, the waffle war. Classic.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re hopeless.”

“And yet,” Soap says dramatically, hand over his heart, “you tolerate me.”

You snort. “Barely.”

His eyes flicker—something warm, something real—but he hides it with a goofy wink.

The first thing you notice is the smell. Hot cocoa. Pine. Slightly burnt toast. And laughter.

You stretch, still tangled in your blanket, and peek out of the small bedroom you’ve claimed for the weekend. The lodge is buzzing.

“YN!” Gaz shouts from somewhere in the kitchen, voice loud enough to make your head spin. “YN, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!”

“Not now, Gaz!” Simon calls from behind him, hands on his hips. His scowl is sharper than usual, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he can’t completely hide his amusement. “Leave her alone.”

You roll your eyes but smile. Simon’s presence is comforting. Somehow, even in the middle of 141 chaos, he’s the one who grounds you.

You tug on a sweater and swing your legs over the bed. Snowlight filters through the windows, but inside the lodge—inside—everything feels soft. Homey. Family.

The first thing you notice is the smell. Hot cocoa. Pine. Slightly burnt toast. And laughter.

You stretch, still tangled in your blanket, and peek out of the small bedroom you’ve claimed for the weekend. The lodge is buzzing.

“YN!” Gaz shouts from somewhere in the kitchen, voice loud enough to make your head spin. “YN, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!”

“Not now, Gaz!” Simon calls from behind him, hands on his hips. His scowl is sharper than usual, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he can’t completely hide his amusement. “Leave her alone.”

You roll your eyes but smile. Simon’s presence is comforting. Somehow, even in the middle of 141 chaos, he’s the one who grounds you.

You tug on a sweater and swing your legs over the bed. Snowlight filters through the windows, but inside the lodge—inside—everything feels soft. Homey. Family.

Downstairs, the lodge smells of cookies, cocoa, and slightly burnt toast. Price mutters under his breath about “discipline” and “too many cooks,” but you barely notice.

Simon is already at the table, tugging at a plate like he’s making sure you have the best spot. “Sit there,” he orders, gesturing to the chair beside him. “I can’t have you next to Gaz—he’ll put sugar in your hair.”

Soap appears, naturally, grinning like he owns the place. “Good mornin’, YN. Sleep well?”

“Depends… do you count being woken up by Gaz screaming as sleep?”

Simon glances at Soap, eyebrow raised. “He didn’t scare you off yet, huh?”

“Not exactly,” you say, smirking.

Soap chuckles, nudging you gently. Simon watches him carefully, lips twitching in what looks like approval mixed with “don’t mess this up, mate.”

Gaz, meanwhile, shouts: “YN IS THE BEST PANCAKE EATER IN THE WORLD!” I chuckle slightly, which sounds a lot like Simon " You have known me for a whole two days and i have not once eaten pancakes, how would you know?" I smile slicghtly

Gaz smirks and puffs out his chest "I can just tell y/n that's how great i am"

Simon rolls his eyes but can’t help a small grin. “Focus on your breakfast, YN,” he says softly, sliding a plate toward you. “Ignore the idiots.”

Soap whispers from the side, “I like seeing you eat quietly.”

You glance up. He’s smirking, teasing—but Simon’s presence keeps the moment grounded, almost safe. You’re not entirely aware of how fast your heart flutters.

The lodge glows golden in the firelight. Outside, snow falls steadily, layering the trees in white. Inside, the chaos of earlier has calmed. You’re curled up on the couch with Simon beside you, sipping cocoa.

Simon leans back, watching you quietly. “I’m glad you’re here,” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. “It… feels right, having family together again.”

You smile softly. “Me too.”

Soap appears at the doorway, holding a small box wrapped poorly in green paper. He clears his throat, pretending to be casual. “Uh… hey, Y/N. I—uh—thought you might like this.”

You blink at him. “For me?”

He shrugs, cheeks slightly pink. “Just… a little something. Merry Christmas.”

Simon raises an eyebrow, watching every movement Soap makes toward you. You notice it but don’t comment. You’re still too focused on the present.

You take the box, gently unwrapping it. Inside is a small keychain, shaped like a soldier—slightly rough around the edges but clearly made with care.

“It’s… perfect,” you say softly.

Soap scratches the back of his neck. “Glad ye like it. Didn’t think I’d get it exactly right, but—well…” His words trail off, but his eyes hold something warm.

Simon gives him a small nod, subtle but approving, before turning back to you. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… enjoy the moment.”

Later, the three of you gather around the Christmas tree. Simon adjusts a string of lights while you carefully hang ornaments. Soap hovers nearby, occasionally holding an ornament for you.

“You’ve got a good touch,” he says quietly when your hands brush.

You glance at him. “Thanks,” you murmur, heart skipping a beat.

He smiles, just a small curve of his lips. “Don’t mention it.”

Simon notices the exchange but doesn’t comment, just smiles faintly. You feel the warmth of family—and maybe something more—wrap around you like the blanket on your shoulders.

(Ft. Ghost, Soap, Price, Keegan, and Konig)

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Hello WolfPak! I decided to write a cute sappy Christmas drabble for the delicious 141 members! Let's all have a great end to the year! 😊🎄

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"He won't do it." Soap deadpans. I grumble at him.

"He might!"

"Nope."

"But wha-"

"Nope."

"Can't I-"

"Nope."

"Soap is great!"

"Nope...ah what the hell? Damn savage (Y/N)." Soap chuckles.

"Hmph you had it coming."

"Eh maybe so, but yer in over yer head. Ghost'll never give ye a kiss under tha Mistletoe."

"It's worth a shot trying!" I implore. Soap shrugs with a smile.

"What aboot that big Ole burly bastard screams holiday sediment?"

I slump my shoulders.

"Aye don't worry lass. He still loves ya." He says. Ghost comes in.

"What in 'ell is goin on ere?" He asks looking between me and Soap.

"Will you kiss me under the mistletoe?" I plead interlocking my fingers. I bounce on my toes in anticipation. Ghost looks puzzled for a moment before giving me a quick "No."

I slouch and Soap laughs.

"Sorry lassie. Told ya he wouldn't do it."

I glare at him and flip him off. Ghost glares at Soap. He then looks at me and his eyes soften slightly.

"Do you really want it love?" He asks. I bounce on my toes again and nod my head eagerly.

"So much!" Ghost sighs and beckons me over to him. A Mistletoe sits above him tangled in garland. I giddily prance over to him and stand in front of him.

"This is because Johnny boy said I wouldn't." He says gruffly. I laugh.

"I'll take it!" I say with glee. Carefully, as carefully as he did with our first kiss, he wraps of his arms around my back, his strong bicep squeezing me. His other hand goes under my chin. He gently pulls my closer, my chest pressing against his. He tilts my head and strokes my chin with his thumb. He's being so tender I almost believe this isn't really about spite.

Ghost stares at my eyes a moment and then gently leans down. His soft lips touch me so carefully. I close my eyes and melt into it. I put my hands on his chest and kiss him back. His lips move against mine gently and I smile into the kiss. He gives me one more peck before pulling away.

He doesn't let go and keeps looking in my eyes.

"Damn LT way to put one on er." Soap laughs. Ghost groans and looks at him.

"Fuck off MacTavish." He says and Iaugh. I bring my hand up and caress his face. He looks back at me.

"I love you Si."

"I love you too."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

I stare out the window as the flurry of snow billows down and stacks on the ground. The once green grass and dirt, now covered in blankets of white puffy snow.

I touch the window pane and shiver at the cold. It's so beautiful outside. I love this time of year.

"Oi (Y/N)!" Gaz calls to me. I snap my head and look at him.

"Yes?"

"Few of us are goin fer a drink. Wanna come?" He asks. I blush and nod. I'm a little shy and I always felt I flew under the 141 members radars. But here is one of them asking me to come for a drink. He grins and beckons me to follow. I walk behind him.

"Who all is going?"

"Eh me, LT, Price, Keegan, and Ole Johnny boy." He says. I flush and feel my heart best quickly. Gaz smiles with his back to me. Unbeknownst to me, I didn't know a few members knew my feelings for Soap. The way I'd blush or stutter around him. They're all pretty observant men.

At the bar I sit between Price and Gaz. I feel swallowed up by the two large men beside me. I quietly sip my drink. Subconsciously I keep stealing glances at Soap. Gaz notices and nudges me.

"You should shoot yer shot ye know." He says. I blush a deep red.

"W-what?!" I stutter. He laughs.

"Come on take a chance with Ole Soap. You never know he may like ya back."

I shake my head. "N-no I couldn't....what would I even say to him???" I babble. Gaz chuckles and looks at Soap. He notices he's under the Mistletoe.

"Ask im for a kiss. Tis the season after all."

I blush and shake my head. "I could never!" I sigh and sadly put my head in my hand knowing I'm too shy for my own good. Price kicks back his beer and eyes Soap.

"Better make a move quick before that girl does."

My head snaps up and I see a girl approaching Soap. I clench my fists. "Oh hell no!" I jump up and make my way to him. I step in front of the girl who huff and tap Soap on the shoulder. He turns and faces me questioningly. He gives me a lopsided smile, eyes sparkling.

"Yea lass?"

I fidget and struggle with words. I start to stutter.

"Relax lass use yer words. I can barely hear ya." He says with a chuckle. I blush violently and take a breath. I point up to the Mistletoe. Soap's neck cranes upwards and his smile shifts into a smirk when he sees what I'm pointing at.

"Ah a Mistletoe init?" He asks. His eyes find me and I nod sheepishly.

"Want me to give ya one do ya?" He asks. I squeak and nod. He chuckles and pulls me jn close, the proximity startling me and making me look away. He tilts my chin up.

"Ah ah eyes on me lassie. I wanna enjoy this." He says. I gulp and look at him. Ever so carefully he leans forward. I close my eyes. Instead he kisses the corners of my lips and my eyes shoot open. I look at him stunned and he gives a heart laugh.

"What's wrong lassie? Not the kiss you wanted?"

"SOAP!" I yelp and he laughs harder. Then quietly says.

"Don't worry lassie just wanted ta tease ya."

He smiles before kissing me for real this time. His lips soft against mine and my eyes close. I hear clapping and whistles as he leans me back and holds my body tight. I kiss back and bring my hand up to touch his face. Before he pulls away he bites my lower lip and I yelp.

He chuckles again the asshole.

"How was that lassie?" He asks wrapping his arm around my waist and following me to the bar. I gulp and nod furiously. He nuzzles me.

Gaz is giving me a cheeky grin when we get back.

"Who knew we just had to make you jealous to get you to do it?" He laughs

"SHUT UP!"

Captian John Price

Captian John Price of the Task Force 141. A tough, rugged, military man. Well respected with a reputation that precedes him.

He definitely is in his element when he's got a weapon in his hand. Giving orders and overseeing missions.

He's definitely not in his element when it's Christmas time and he's stuck Christmas shopping with me. He knows I'll need help carrying bags and also just doesn't want me going alone with all the craziness that happens during the holidays. He really is a good man. I can't deny the attraction that happened between us. We've only been dating a few months but he has been the perfect gentleman. Very old fashioned and down to earth.

Anyway, Price, with his big burly arms, is carrying my bags, gifts for the other taks force members, while I carried my gift for him. He didn't complain though, just walked beside me and took anymore bags of things I decided to pick up. I hold onto his bicep as we walk through the town square.

He sneezes and I look at him. "Cold love?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No....damn snow gettin in my beard. Ticklin my nose." He scrunches his nose for relief. His arms retrained by the carefully wrapped packages. I giggle and lean up brushing his beard with my hand.

He blows out air and smiles.

"Thanks love" He says.

"Always."I say. Price notices up ahead a Mistletoe hanging from one of the arches on the buildings and he gets an idea. Unfortunately I did too and I keep walking while Price is trying to get my attention. I see a pretty Christmas tree I wanna take a picture of. I pull out my phone and go to it.

"Love..."

"Love.."

"Dammit woman turn around." Price laughs

I stop in my tracks and face him. "Hmmm?" I look at him with my head cocked. He sets the bags down and signals me over. I step toward him.

"What's up love?"

He pulls me into him and holds my hands to his chest. His beard shifts as he smiles down at me and my heart flutters. I love it when he looks at me like that.

He dips down to kiss me. My eyes widen surprised but I don't complain. I kiss him back, our lips moving lovingly against each other. His arms tighten around me and I grip his shirt. He pulls back and kisses my cheek, then my lips again and stands his full height.

I giggle.

"What was that?"

He smiles at me and points up.

"Jus feelin Christmasy is all love " He says. My eyes look up and I register the Mistletoe. I smile.

"Oh my John Price you're a precious man." I say. He chuckles and picks up my bags again.

"Cmon love let's get you something hot to drink, you're about to freeze over." I giggle and pick up his present.

"Lead the way.....Oh John! Konig would love that!" I say pointing to a shop window. He only groans but follows me.

Keegan Russ

I pull into the Cafe. I double check my phone to ensure this was the right place. My windshield wipers are still going, hitting the snowflakes as they land on my windshield.

I confirm the address and sigh. My heart is beating fast and I try and calm my nerves. It's just a date, a simple date at a coffee shop. I tell myself. Well......with Keegan. My face flushes at the thought. I can't believe he actually asked me out. He's more reserved but one day after work he came up to me and asked me out.

I was so excited and here I sit in my car trying to compose myself and stop worrying about

"AHHHH!" I shriek as someone startles me and taps my window. I look and see Keegan who gives me a friendly wave. I quickly turn off my car and step out. My heated car was a contrast the the freezing cold outside. I shiver and rub my arms.

"Hey Keeg!" I say

"Hey (Y/N), scared ya didn't I?" He says amused. I blush.

"Only a bit." I gesture with my fingers. He rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Sure that's why all the colors drained from your face isn't it?" He chuckles. I whack him on the arm.

"Oh knock it off Russ." I laugh and he leads me inside the coffee shop.

"Yes ma'am." He says holding the door for me while I duck under his arm. We go to counter and order hot chocolate. Keegan swears it's the best he's ever had. We sit down in a cozy booth and I warm my hands on my mug and blow on the steam. I take a sip and Keegan's eyes watch me carefully. The velvety chocolate enters my mouth and it's bliss. I hum in content and look at Keegan.

"It's amazing."

"I was hoping you'd like it." He says and holds my hand. I smile at him and take another drink to hide my blush. We talk about ourselves and who we are outside of work. Me and Keegan have a lot more in common than I thought.

"I'm really glad you asked me out Keegan."

"Oh believe me it was my pleasure (Y/N)." He says.

"I didn't know we had so much in common you're so quiet usually."

He chuckles. "I am but I've been wanting to ask you out for a while. I always thought you were beautiful." I blush at his words

He stares at the window and notices a Mistletoe window sticker and he smiles mischievously. I don't notice yet because I'm still drinking my cocoa. I finally catch his eyes.

"Hmm?"

He leans forward, his hand coming up and touching my neck. I shiver under his touch. His eyes never leave mine.

"Can I?" He asks. Speechless I only nod.

He presses his lips against mine and sigh contently. He thumb strokes my cheek gently and he tilts his head for a new angle. Our lips move together and I can taste the chocolate and mint from his cocoa.

His other hand squeezes mine and I push more against the table. Carefully he pulls away his face still close to mine. He brings my hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

"You're beautiful." He says. I giggle.

"You're too sweet Keegan."

"Does this mean you'll go out with me again?" He asks. I smile and nod.

"Absolutely."

Konig

Konig was a quiet man. Though big, scary, and intimidating, he definitely had a soft side. A side that he showed me. Though we're not technically dating I guess.

We've been on a few dates and we both seem to really like each other and I'm just waiting for him to make a move. I'd love more than anything if we were official. Especially during the holidays. We have done a lot of couple like things already but, it's not the same when I refer to him as my friend or date.

I'm not surprised when he asks me to be his date for the base Christmas party. Of course I agreed and when the day came I took time getting ready. It was a more formal event and I put on a dress. I was applying some light makeup when Konig knocked at my door. I opened it and for a moment his stoic resolve broke and he looked over my figure.

"Vow liebling. You look....gorgeous." He says. I pull at the side of my dress.

"You really think so?" I ask him and he nods enthusiastically.

"I know so. I cannot vait to show you off." He tells me and offers me his arm. I take his feeling his strong bicep underneath his jacket. He leads me down the hall, through the building to the ballroom. We're greeted by warm twinkling Christmas lights that adorn the windows and arches. I stare in awe and look at the gorgeous Christmas tree at the end of the room.

Soft music is playing and before anything else, Konig pulls me along and stands in front of me on the dance floor. He smiles down at me and places his hands on my waist. He makes me feel so small but I love it. I put my hands on his shoulders and we dance around happily. He spins me effortlessly as of I weigh nothing. He dips me and I toss my head back laughing. He chuckles pulling me up against his strong chest.

I look deep into his eyes. Yes. This is what falling in love feels like. We finish our dance and we notice a photographer taking pictures of couples.

"Come on Liebling let's get something to remember this day." He says and leads me to the photographer.

We pose together and a few pictures are snapped. Across the room I hear.

"Come on Konig kiss her." I look and see the other 141 members calling to us. We look at them puzzled and they point up. We both look up and see the Mistletoe on the ceiling. I blush but look at Konig with a smile.

"Do you.....?" I start asking and he nods.

He dips me and gives me the deepest kiss he could muster up. I hear applause but I focus on Konig and how passionate he's kissing me. His lips feel so good against mine molding onto my mouth like a perfect fit. His hands squeeze my waist and I grip his neck harder.

He stands us up and the clapping ceases. We both have pink dusted on our faces and I giggle happily.

"Schatz?" He asks and I look at him.

"Yes Konig?"

"Vill you be mine?" He asks me. My eyes widen.

"Y-you mean????" I stutter and he nods before kissing me again.

"Yes leibling I'm crazy about you. I've just been vaiting for the best time to ask you." He admits.

I hug him tightly.

"Yes Konig I'd love to." We share another kiss before the 141 starts heckling us to get a room.

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(Wolf): There! What do you guys think??

(Ghost, Soap, Price, Keegan, and Konig look over my work)

(Ghost): Well written for what it is

(Wolf): what does THAT mean?

(Soap): why are you so jealous in mine lass?

(Wolf): it's just what I thought of!

(Price): I liked mine

(Wolf): Thank you Price.

(Price): Maybe just change-

(Wolf): Oh KNOCK IT OFF

(Keegan): I prefer coffee too cocoa

(Wolf): *wailing* come on I put a lot of effort into this!!!

(Konig): I liked them all Liebling, well done

Just some quick headcanons I had for how I think König would be on Christmas morning! With that being said Happy Holidays and have a wonderful week!

- He’s so excited. He’s up first, super early and with a ton of energy.

- If he’s up really early he’ll sneak downstairs and make some coffee and get your stocking filled to the brim with goodies.

- He’ll wait till it’s a more reasonable time (in his head that’s like 8am) and quietly come into the bedroom with a cup of coffee and set it on your nightstand and lean over you and kiss you softly on the forehead and whisper “good morning, Merry Christmas”

- He’ll crawl onto the bed next to you and pull you into a hug and start going on about how excited he is and how he can’t wait to give you your gifts and cook you breakfast and spend Christmas Day together.

- He’ll try and be patient waiting for you to get out of bed and downstairs but he’s definitely egging you to move and get your butt going. It’s a big day!

- He’ll get you the best spot on the couch and start pilling the gifts around you. And when I say pile I mean pile!

- One of this love languages is gift giving. He’s been shopping since October and thought he was done by Black Friday. But anytime he saw anything that he knew you’d like he’d buy it and if you ever mentioned anything you liked in passing he’d make sure to get it. You’re absolutely spoiled.

- He loves sitting and watching you open your gifts and he’s so worried he didn’t do good or you won’t like them. Each time he has you open one he says “I hope you like it” with a timid smile.

- One of his favorite things to give you is your stocking. He fills it up to the brim and it’s packed with so many amazing items, it’s a huge gift in of itself. He’s very proud of all of his finds.

- He’ll be so genuinely shocked and chocked up with each of the gifts you get him, everything means the world. He opens a pack of socks and sniffles a little and says “wow these are good brand! Thank you I’m so thankful! I needed socks so badly”

- Pretty sure if all you got him was a hug and kiss for Christmas he’d feel so incredibly thankful and spoiled. He couldn’t ask for more.

- After gifts he will make you breakfast. All of your favorites and always remembering your dietary restrictions. He’s a very good cook.

The sun has just set, Price and Gaz are in the kitchen cooking some dinner, and Soap and Ghost have been put in charge of putting up the Christmas Decorations. They’ve already mastered the tinsel, and the lights on the tree (Ghost said it would be easier to put the lights on first, Soap reluctant agreed)

All decoration placing is paused when Soap suddenly runs to grab a bag from the other side of the room, and walks back over to Ghost who looks at him slightly confused.

“What’s that for, Johnny?”

“I git yin fur a' body but… ah wanted tae see yer reaction when ‘twas juist us. Noo close yer eyes 'n' haud oot yer hands.”

Ghost hears the rustle of the bag before something circular was put into his bare, scarred palms.

“Open.”

It’s a medium sized bauble, clearly custom made, with little Skull masks, Dogs and Cups of tea on it. Ghost turns it around in his hands and chokes up at what is written on the back.

“Simon”

Awe shite, now he’s crying, is Soap’s immediate thought, filled with panic. He knew it could go either way, he regretted it before he was pulled into the most bone crushing hug, Ghost’s face is hidden in Soap’s neck. Soap rocks them back and forth, rubbing his hand up and down Ghosts back.

He never had anything like this when he was younger, hell, he never even had Christmas; he just observed it. The lights everywhere, the apparent joy you were supposed to feel. He didn’t care for it at all.

But his Johnny changed the whole meaning of it for him.

“I git one tae! Look!”

It’s a bauble with “Johnny” written on it, with explosive designs and a couple of soap bars.

Before they could even think about putting them on the tree, yells and shouts were heard from the kitchen. Something about burning the turkey? They both rolled their eyes in unison as they put their baubles on the table next to each other, Ghost taking Soap’s hand in his as they walked out of the room. 3 squeezes. Soap looked up at Ghost with a beaming smile.

Our boi Ghost is excited. Look at 'em: