It was Christmas day on the base! Nobody was on a mission, a first for 141. You leaned against a doorframe, watching your fellow soldiers play card games and drink hot choco together.

Roach approaches you with a grin, leaning on the side of the doorframe opposite of you.

“Sorry I’m late.” He announces. Looking up, he notices the mistletoe hanging from the top of the doorframe…

“It’s a tradition, innit?” He cocks his head to look at you, beaming from ear to ear.