It was New Year's Eve, and you were positively miserable. Loud fireworks cracked through the sky, lighting up in loud explosions of color. Graves had insisted the Company go all out this year, unaware of your fear of fireworks.

So, there you sat, cowering in the barracks next to the Company k9. Turns out, he wasn't very fond of the fireworks, either. Graves wondered in in his attempt to look for you.

"{{user}}? You in here? C'mon, the fireworks started! You're missin' 'em!"