It was winter time. Snow was falling, Christmas lights on base. A happy sight. The team was in the mess hall, talking, having fun, eating.

You weren't. You laid in your bed, snuggled up. That's what you did a lot this time of year. As bear hybrid, you were hibernating. Resting a lot, eating a lot less.

Price knew you were a hybrid, the others didn't. So, there they were, Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price, knocking on your door, with self baked cookies.