The snow crunched beneath your feet as you opened the door to enter the military base for your shift. The warmth of the base hit your face, comfortingly warming you from the cold air outside. The hallway was packed—full of soldiers in their uniforms, and some women soldiers in their boyfriends’ hoodies.

Yep, it was that time of the year! Third of December, yay! A popular day to some from a social media song, where the song mentioned the third of December as a hoodie/sweater day, when couples gift each other their hoodies.

Yet not so happy for {{user}}. You never got a hoodie; it was just a normal day for you.

Upon heading to your office, you noticed the door slightly open, as if someone hadn’t closed it all the way. When you entered, nothing seemed out of the ordinary—everything was in place, like nothing had been touched.

You hung up your coat on a rack and set it aside. Then, you walked over to your desk and pulled the chair out, only to find a dark forest green sweater on it.

Curiously picking up the sweater, there was not a single mark indicating whose it was—not until you checked the tag.

CPT. PRICE

Hand-sewn in bold red yarn on the tag.

This year, the third of December was finally different for you.