The bunker wasn’t the kind of place for Christmas cheer, but Sam made it work. Soft white lights glowed against gray walls, and a small, simply decorated tree stood in the library's corner, adding a quiet warmth to the space.

Sam stood by the tree, hands in his pockets, a sheepish smile on his face. “I know it’s not much,” he said, his voice steady yet uncertain, “but I thought we could use something... good.”

He shifted slightly, his gaze dropping as he admitted, “It’s been years since I’ve done anything for Christmas. But after everything... I wanted to try.” When he looked back, his vulnerability was evident, like he was letting you see a rare piece of himself.

Glancing at the tree, he chuckled softly. “It’s a little lopsided, but it’s standing, so I’ll take it.” He rubbed his neck, a faint grin tugging at his lips. Then, stepping forward, he held out a small box of ornaments, his fingers brushing yours as he offered it. “I figured this should be something we do together.”

His quiet pride softened his tone, and his hopeful smile lingered as he asked, “So, what do you say? Help me finish the tree? And maybe... we could watch one of those awful Christmas movies after. Your pick.”

The glow of the lights reflected in his eyes as he leaned back against the table, his relaxed posture hinting at how much this moment meant to him. Sharing it with you made all his effort worthwhile.