Secret Santa
It was a surprisingly merry christmas here at project freelancer, but one person still wasn't getting in to the holiday spirit. Can you guess who it was? Me. Connecticut. Or CT, I really don't care, as long as it's not Connie. It makes me sound like a fucking kid. I had no reason to be happy at this party, and no one could make me. You can make me get a gift for someone, you can make me help get a christmas tree, you can make me wear a dress, and you can even make me wear a santa hat! But no one can tell me to be happy, or sad, or excited, or mad, or any other emotion. That was up to me and me alone. But other people were really getting excited about this party! Everyone was in a santa hat. Yes, everyone. Even the director. Even Wash, that half insane bastard that always tells me I'm too hard on myself, was unusually cheerful. He was practically grinning ear to ear!
"What the hell is wrong with him?" I wondered as I glanced over at York and Carolina, yet another crazy example of enthusiasm at this stupid party. I mean York I can understand, but Carolina? Seriously? They were opening presents from their secret Santas, which just happened to be each other.
Who's idea was that, anyway?We're soldiers, not little kids who cuddle around the fire with hot chocolate in their hands, and presents in their laps. This whole thing was a huge waste of time and resources. Well, I enjoyed seeing the director in a Santa hat. That was funny.
My attention turned to Maine, who had gotten a new one of those rifle-knife-gun things from his secret Santa, probably Wash. We even had a pine tree, which smelled nice, but was still a huge waste of space and money that we could've used for new armor weapons, because I needed a better gun.
"Maybe I would get one from my secret Santa, and one good thing would come of this stupid party" I thought, but there were no more presents under the tree, and I still hadn't gotten mine.
I turned my head towards the hallway and saw Wash step in to his room with a goofy smile on his face, still wearing his Santa hat, and holding a ribbon, a large box, and some wrapping paper. Well, I knew who my secret Santa was, so I just had to wait. I thought he was going to get me a gun, but he stepped in to his room. Strange. After ten solid minutes of staring at his door, he emerged holding a neatly wrapped red and green package about the size of a gun.
"Maybe it's one of his old ones." I thought.
"I don't know, I just want a gun."
He glanced at me, and I quickly looked away, as to not give him the impression that I was on to him. He placed the present under the tree and disappeared in to the crowd. I slowly walked over to the tree and glanced at the lone present labeled:
To: Connie
From: Santa
Wonderful. My suspicions were confirmed. I closed my eyes and slowly opened the box.
"Please be a gun, please be a gun, please be a gun!" I thought with my eyes still squeezed shut, and ripped off the wrapping paper. I opened my eyes, opened the cardboard box, and….It was not a rifle. It was not a DMR. It wasn't even a pistol. It was a small green plant with red berries attached to it's stem. A mistletoe
"What the fu-" My thoughts came to a halt as Wash grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. He was now smiling like a maniac.
"Wash! What the hell-"
He cut me off mid-rant by pressing his lips against mine. I dropped the box and pulled away in surprise. I was fuming, to say the least.
"WASH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING!
Yeah, just an Idea I had from a picture I made on my deviantART account called Santa luv. Heheheh… the director in a santa hat… lol. And I did forget to edit this and everything, so sorry about that. Yesterday was crazy and I guess I just forgot.