Day 5: "My house. My rules. The Christmas music stays on."
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
All throughout Herefordshire, wreaths and tinsel lined the trims and shelves of every nook and cranny of the Team Rainbow base. It was nearing Christmas time, with the snow gradually falling more and more. Some operators celebrated earlier, some later. They either started immediately after Thanksgiving, or they steeled themselves to only December. Jingle Bell Rock now resounded through the halls.
The Americans and British would sing and dance whenever they could to the music. The Russians would enjoy the snow outside. The Germans would sit around and drink warm cider. Six sat in her office, contented that she could blast her Christmas music over the intercoms and have nary a protest. She put her feet up on the table and laid back in her thick leather chair.
Her office was now a decked-out Christmas shire: tinsel, wreaths, a fully decorated Christmas tree, red and green candles and tablecloths, and fitting fairy lights to boot. Her tall red mug of hot chocolate complimented the green placemat on her desk. At this time, no one really complained. Not even Kaid or Nomad, who got used to the festivities in no time.
There was very few, if any attacks they even had to attend to.
It was peaceful.
Even the French were enjoying themselves. Rook was sitting on Doc's lap and watching a movie in the common room. Twitch was decorating a page in her scrapbook, using some of her own tinsel. Clash and Mira were even helping. Lion and Montagne sat on the other end of the couch. It was a rare picture of civility and relaxation.
Until the Germans came, with the men walking in to check out the movie. IQ went to help Twitch as well. Blitz piped up at the movie, "Die Hard, really?"
"The Americans say it's a Christmas movie, right?" Rook turned to see his ex, giving an enthusiastic handwave.
"I mean when you say Americans you mean Blackbeard, Valkyrie, and Thermite, right?" Bandit incredulously asked, hands on his hips.
"Well, yeah…" Rook rubbed his knuckles against each other.
"It's fun and festive enough," Montagne shrugged his shoulders.
"It's set at Christmas time after all," Doc added.
"How the hell do you even see the movie?" Jager blankly asked, "That's not something you show to children!"
"Oh my god," Twitch sighed, "Not this debate again. We're taking this to my room." She jogged off with her scrapbook.
"Bloody hell, I thought they were done," Clash helped move the crafts.
"Oh!" IQ dashed behind them, holding a people chain made from gift wrap.
"Good going, you made the girls run away!" Lion threw his hands up in the air.
"I mean is Die Hard really a Christmas movie?" Blitz repeated himself, "Can't really take you seriously sitting on Doc's lap here."
"Hey, don't discount Julien like that!" Doc shuffled forward and to the side to see Blitz, "It's not our fault for being ignorant of common movie choices."
"Blackbeard's a good guy but…" Bandit trailed off, "He's got a shit taste for movies."
"Don't talk shit about Die Hard!" Montagne spat back, "It's better than that Hallmark drivel!"
"It's true but at least you can show that to children!" Jager countered. The argument only escalated, with the Germans and French getting louder and louder. For the first time in a while, they overpowered Six's music and the movie. Personal jabs were made. Curse words were thrown around. Rook even got off of Doc's lap to get into Blitz's face.
"Face it, Julien," Blitz didn't back down, "If Doc weren't here, you'd be out of here for being too fat."
Even in a pair of black and red compression tights and a black hoodie, Rook's punch to Blitz's jaw was alarming to everyone involved. Rook hid his eyes in his arm, running away to his room. The only noise was Six's Christmas music and Die Hard. Doc shuffled Blitz away from the crowd to see his jaw. Lion got the remote and turned the movie off.
"Good going, Rook punched someone," Lion remarked.
"Well shit," Bandit put his hands in his pockets, "We went too far."
"What do we do now?" Jager looked around the empty common room. Everyone looked around for an activity they could do, but nothing came up. They stood around, thinking.
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas
And a happy new year
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding
And a cup of good cheer
Doc and Blitz returned, with the former holding the latter. Blitz was rubbing his jaw and was somewhat still dizzy. Montagne snapped his fingers. Everyone turned to him.
"I've an idea," The French giant gave his classically warm smirk.
Minutes later, the men were in ugly Christmas sweaters and in front of the Rook's dorm room.
"Trois, duex, une…" Montagne counted down. He opened the door and then everyone chorused.
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth
See my two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, "Merry Christmas"
"Merci beaucoup, you guys," Rook sniffled, wiping his eye. Despite the smile, he looked rough.
"Julien, I am so sorry," Blitz apologized and rested his hands on the younger's shoulders.
"I understand, Elias," Rook put his hand on Blitz's shoulder, "It was the heat of the moment, you didn't mean it."
"You know what, what's the use of moping around?" The younger closed the door and changed into an ugly Christmas sweater, "I'm in." He hopped in with the crowd.
"Est ce que ça va?" Doc asked Rook.
"Je vais bien, je le jure."
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!
"Finally!" IQ opened the door, "Ihr alle hab aufgehört zu kämpfen!"
"Tres bien!" Mira yelled over her shoulder.
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees-
Jager started coughing to reach a high note. Others' voices started to break. Vigil opened the door.
"…We're playing Dota 2. Thank you, though." The Korean slipped awkwardly back to his computer.
"I hope you eat shit, you Riki maining middle-schooler!" Echo slammed the desk and yelled into his mic. The men looked at each other in bewilderment and walked off.
They then headed off into Jackal's room, who immediately popped out and sang along with them.
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
Montagne had to push him off so they had to move on.
They now found themselves at Mute's room. The other SAS were either drinking or playing chess.
"I'm not sure whether or not to do this," Jager gulped.
"Hey, it's Christmas, it should be fine," Lion opened the door.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
in the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
we're happy tonight,
walking in a winter wonderland.
Gone away is the bluebird,
here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
as we go along,
walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman-
"Can you please shut the fuck up?" Mute threw his hands straight up in the air.
"We're doing no harm, Mute," Rook defended the group, "Everyone else enjoyed it."
"It's the holidays after all," Doc added, "We're just spreading cheer."
"Don't be a Krampus," Blitz chuckled, "We're only extending the reach of the Christmas music that Six plays."
"Well, I'm going to tell her to turn that shit down," Mute marched past them, "I can't nap with it on."
"Good luck," Bandit scoffed.
So Mute marched into her office, dressed in flannel pajamas. Six was sitting in a bright red suit, still enjoying her music.
"Six, ma'am," Mute began his proposal, "Can you please turn down the music?"
Six looked at him and looked sympathetic for a second. Mute felt relieved.
Instead, she threw her head back in laughter, "You best be joking!"
"I am not, ma'am."
"It's the holidays! No one but you has complained to me about my music. We don't get to relax like this, Mark."
"…I'm trying to nap, ma'am."
"You have earplugs, don't you?"
"I don't like earplugs. They're big and they hurt."
"Use headphones."
"They're clunky and they need music to work."
"What would you rather listen to: The screams of people and bullets or this Christmas playlist?" Six held out her hand pridefully, "No one has actively bitched to me about this, Mark."
"I'd rather have silence, ma'am."
"It's still daytime!"
"I sleep in my dorm, though."
"My house," Six's feet went off her desk and then she leaned into Mute's face, "My rules. The Christmas music stays on."
Mute was then ejected from the room tied up in tinsel and sprayed down with gingerbread perfume. The rest of Team Rainbow came over to look at the spectacle. Mute waddled across the halls while people took pictures. Some took it one step further and put decorations on him. Others just laughed at him.
There are reasons why you don't mess with Six during the Christmas season.
A/N: Stay tuned for Day 15, hope you all enjoyed it!