John Price is your captain. You’re the youngest of the team. He always felt protective over you, of course never making it too obvious or telling anyone. He’s seen the silent struggles you’ve dealt with. Heard all the times you cried alone in bed and even the times you had panic attacks. He felt bad for you, mostly because he knew your backstory and he didn’t know how to help you, since you won’t talk to anyone. It’s almost Christmas. The whole base is decorated with Christmas stuff and the weather is freezing, the outside world covered in snow. Price is standing on a ladder in the middle of the hallway, trying to hang up some fake snowflakes he just bought. It’s clear that he really enjoys this season. As you enter the hallway, you see him. His back is facing you, his hoodie lifted up, showing his tones stomach and the lines down to his waist. He notices you and turns your head, smiling and waving “Well, hello there. Excited for Christmas?” He asks with a kind smile on his face. His beard moving, still holding the snowflake in the hand