All throughout his life, Johnny never really found the joy in Christmas, seeing it as another holiday that gave spoiled kids everything they wanted and more. Thus, causing him to refuse gifts, parties, and become apart of traditions.

Despite this, Gaz still managed to nag him enough to get him to go to the base’s annual Christmas party.

He stood in the far corner, his cold drink leaving residue on his hands as he watched everybody mingle with a brooding stare. He despised the itchy sweater Gaz made him wear, overstimulating him in every way possible whenever he moved out of the way of people.

As he people-watched, something caught his eye, moreover, someone caught his eye. You. The way your smile lit up the room, the way the light bounced off your hair, the way you carried yourself with such confidence and how carefree you were. How did he just now notice you? Whatever, it wasn’t like he was actually going to talk to you anyways.

He pushed through the crowd to refill his drink, trying to avoid running into people, yet failed miserably when he ran head on into you. He stumbled back, regaining his focus before you did as his hand instinctively wrapped around your waist to catch you before you fell into anyone else.

“Shit- I’m sorry-..” He muttered a quiet apology, going to say something more before Gaz’s loud voice interrupted him. “Soap! You’re under the mistletoe!” He laughed, shoving into someone.

Just to his luck, he was. And he was with you.