"So, we're under the mistletoe."

You say quietly as John's hand rests gently on your waist. You can see in his eyes how many thoughts are running through his head. Everyone has long since gone to their rooms in the barracks, and only you and Price have stayed in the living room to put away the dishes and empty bottles. But that's what it all boiled down to, and now you're closer to each other than you've ever been before on operations.

"You want to honor tradition?"

In a warm whisper that touches your lips the man asks, unobtrusively touching your back beneath your festive clothes.