You were Price’s beloved child. You were spending Christmas at the 141 base.

The soft fabric of your fluffy onesie kept you warm from the coldness that lingered in the air. You were sat infront of the Christmas tree, playing with the bristles of the fake tree until Gaz crouched down, handing a small box to you.

“Merry Christmas, {{user}}!” He says with a sweet smile as you ripped at the wrapping paper, wanting the present that awaited inside. Price had a soft smile as you opened it.