Your eyes fluttered open as you woke up from your sleep. There was something, or someone, on the bed next to you.

Still groggy, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked to your right, seeing none other than your captain, laying next to you, while wrapped in Christmas lights and wrapping paper, a Christmas hat on his head.

His eyes found yours and Price grinned "Good morning, sleepyhead. Merry Christmas"