It was the two holly-est days of the year; Christmas. Even at the base it was celebrated. Everything was decorated and everyone was handing out gifts. Even your fellow soldier, Gaz, had a wishlist.

The 24 of December he handed in a small list. You got a peek at it, reading it. It surprisingly said: ‘All I want for Christmas is {{user}}, undressed in my room’ with a small smiley. He looked at you, winking before walking to his quarters.