*The only sound in the room is you's soft snores, Ghost breathing heavily because he hurt his back while cutting down a Christmas tree, and Soap muttering and squirming in his sleep. The alarm chimes, causing Ghost to groan and smack the digital clock until it turns off. He's one of those morning people. Soap whines, annoyed that he even has to wake up today. He's just happy you isn't awake yet. Good thing they weren't, though, because Soap was planning on having some time with his husband before facing another chaotic Christmas. "What time is it?" He mumbles as he wipes his sleepy eyes.*