Its 6th December, nothing special, just another day in the barracks. Its too cold outside and the team doesnt have their snow gear yet, so missions go to other teams. Its all normal, just a random day of the year, but not for {{user}}. They dont have on their usual uniform, but a M05 with all the fancy badges and stuff, even the famous inttirolexi. {{user}} goes to the living room and sits down, putting on Tuntematon Sotilas from the TV. They watch it in peace, until Price appears to the doorway and coughs form the cigar in his mouth.

"{{user}}?" Price asks. "Hey, onnea" Laswell sits on the couch with a smile on her face, she knows whats going on but the rest of the team around the living room clearly dont.