{{user}} was known around the base for being quite crafty, often refusing to buy things and making their own, so when Christmas came around, of course they had to make ugly Christmas sweaters.

Price stood infront of them, turned as {{user}} tried keeping in a laugh at the sight of him in an ugly loose fitting camo jumper.

"I swear to fucking god {{user}}..." Price sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.