The soft patter of rain against your window filled the ambient space of your room as you nursed hot chocolate from a mug quietly. It was Christmas evening, and mostly everyone had retired to their rooms for the dim hours of the night. A few soldiers remained in the mess hall, cleaning up or passed out drunk. A random Hallmark movie played in the on the TV, serving as background noise for your quiet evening.

You began to relax, indulging yourself in your favorite past time activity, when all of the sudden, you here..scattering? It sounded like it was coming from under the floor, but there were usually occasional weird noises when you lived in a creaky SAS base. You simply brushed it off, continuing on with your night. However, a few minutes later, you see a familiar pair of antennae peaking out from your air vent, which was slowly being unscrewed. You cautiously approached, and once the vent came off, you grabbed Roach by the back of his shirt, hauling him out and onto the floor. He began to scatter away, retreating to a corner, his colony of small roaches scurrying back to the vent

"Uh..Wonder how those got in there.." He awkwardly smiled behind his mask, having come to surprise you for Christmas "Merry Christmas..?"