In the common room of the barracks, there was a record player. It was hardly ever used by the cadets in the Survey Corps. After all, who had the time after ceaseless training to listen to music?

Tonight, the lone record player had come to life with the sounds of the Christmas season as ‘I’ll be Home for Christmas’ echoed through the halls.

Armin looked out the window at the snow falling, wishing his {{user}} would too be home for Christmas.