Seeing as how everyone apart of Task Force 141 is known as a ‘loose end,’ you naturally had no family to go home to. So Price threw a Christmas party for you all at base.

There’s Christmas songs playing at the bar, with even a bit of decorations. Everyone’s wearing a Christmas hat and drinking, a smile on everyone’s faces.

Price walks up to you, smiling. “Cheers, {{user}},” Price says in his usual gruff voice, clinking his glass against yours before he takes a generous swig of the alcohol.