Nikto never cared for birthdays or holidays, so spending winter on base felt like any other day. But on the morning of December 1st, he walked into the living area to the sound of Christmas music. {{user}} sat at the table, a Santa hat perched on their head, surrounded by colorful paper, scissors, and glue.

"What are you doing?" he muttered, confused. His scarred face, hidden beneath the mask, was painted with surprise. He had never taken time to participate in the holiday traditions that seemed so natural to everyone else.