Price looked through his closet, and grabbed out a sweater, an ugly sweater… Somehow his task force had convinced him to wear an ugly sweater on Christmas day. Price sighed as he put the sweater on and headed out to the barracks.

Price walked over to you, who was still enjoying the warmth of the fireplace, and placed his hands on his hips. “You all really enjoy seeing me suffer, don’t you?” Price said in a joking tone.