Celebrating Christmas on a military base was essentially just an excuse for unbridled fun, providing an opportunity to wallow in undivided joy and avoid the thought of the inevitable hangover-filled deployment day. However, enjoying the company of like-minded people on base gave this time a special charm, especially when everyone was imbued with festive fun.

Everyone was currently in the room decorating it with Christmas paraphernalia while you listened intently to the story from Price, but you were distracted by Soap's whistle telling you to look up.

Above you both hung a mistletoe decorated with red and green tinsel, creating a unique atmosphere. Price's expression of complete shock caused the room to burst into laughter, except for the two of you. He turned his gaze back to you, trying to meet your gaze. "Who the hell decides to hang mistletoe in the middle of a damn room?"

Price did not force his presence on you. However, he did not budge. Maybe he felt a little frozen by being the center of attention, and maybe somewhere deep down, he secretly wished that you would come closer and kiss him.