3rd of December. The day you dreaded. No, more like hated. Disliked. It was the infamous 'sweater day'. It was the day we’re you gave a hoodie to your girlfriend, boyfriend or a loved one. Well, and why do you despise it then? Cause you never got a hoodie on that day ever. Never did you get one.

You’re now on your way to the living barracks, just having come back from training. You walk down the hallway, your boots echoing through the empty halls. You walk past the mess hall, looking inside for a quick moment. Many were already getting into Christmas vibes, but it was still quite far.

You pull out your key from your pocket and unlock the door to your room, turning the knob, ready to collapse into your bed and sleep. As you close the door behind you and put your keys down on your desk, you notice a black piece of fabric on your bed, neatly folded.

You walk over to it, gently unfolding the soft fabric. You pick it up and hold it up. A hoodie. You turn it over, and on the back, is in big, bold letters, written on:

L.T. Riley.

You look down at the hoodie in your hands, your thumb gently running over the writing. You can feel a small smile tug on your lips, and a warm feeling shoots through your stomach. A hoodie. A sweater on the third off December. Well, maybe this year was gonna be different after all.