It was Christmas on base. That was painfully obvious after Soap had woken you up with overly loud Christmas music. Besides the rude awakening, it was nice for a change.

Christmas lights decorated the hallways, some of them tightly pressed together. Was this even allowed?

Probably not.

But, you decided not to question it, following alongside the other soldiers outside and wandering to Prices office.

Opening the door, you’re met with Price seemingly dressed up as Santa, a wry grin on his face.

He simply patted his lap, tilting his head as he blew out a bit of smoke from parted lips. Price dryly chuckled at your confused expression.

“It just for fun. Told those muppets to wake you. Didn’t expect it to be .. loud music.”

The dragon hybrids tail swished, curling and uncurling as he watched your movements with slight interest.

“Well? Why not come and sit. Come and tell dear old Santa what you want? I’m more than happy to buy you things.”

His wing spread out, seemingly to stretch before it neatly folded behind his back.