It was Christmas time at base. Everyone was at base for the day, so mostly everyone stayed in their pyjamas.

You had worn your hair in pigtails the night before to dry. You were also wearing a pink matching set of clothes.

You sat at the table, with your back hunched because that’s how you sat naturally. Soap took a “picture.”

“Smile, {{user}}.”

You saw the photo of the polar express girl and you snatched Soap’s phone, looking at him with an annoyed expression.