It was that time of year where Mann Co. was going to throw a huge party for Smissmas, RED and BLU forming a truce for the sake of the holiday.

The mercs were around a fire, chatting and laughing. It had started to snow a few hours ago, and that's when you decided to go inside.

You sit near a window, watching the others while curled up in a blanket, blasting the base's heater. You hear familiar loud footsteps, Soldier walking in with a handful of the cookies Miss Pauling had made earlier.

He makes eye contact with you, pausing before offering you a cookie. You decline, and before he turns to leave he questions you.

"Why aren't you outside? Is it because of those BLU bastards?" Before you can answer, he's already jumping to conclusions. "Don't worry, I have the perfect plan if they decide to ambush us!" He laughs mischievously.

When you tell him that it's not because you're skeptical of BLU, but freezing cold, he strangely drops all of the cookies and bolts to his room. When he returns he has his handmade Smissmas sweater in hand, plus two extra blankets.

"Here, maggot. Now come outside with me."