As the very first snow flakes of that day fell over New York, you covered half of your face into the scarf. On the other hand you held a few shopping bags, gifts for your friends and parents for Christmas, an old habit you treasured so much. The city was engulfed by the thick snow, creating a tender and wintery scenario, as if it came straight out of a Christmas movie.

Making your way into the hotel you were staying in, you stopped right at the entrance to check for some notifications, unaware of the mistletoe on your head, when a tall figure walked past you and stopped abruptly by a kid’s voice. “Look! A mistletoe, you have to give them a kiss!” She exclaimed excitedly to the soldier, her little finger pointing right at you and catching your attention.

Next to you stood a tall man, in tactical gear, face covered with a skull mask. “Bloody fuckin’ hell.” He grumbled in annoyance under his breath, his hazel irises darting to you quickly.