It was Christmas. Nobody was on a mission, and nobody was dead. A first for the 141. You were leaning on a door frame that lead into the living room of your 2 story house. You lived off base, unless there was a mission. You had a christmas hat on, a small smile on your face as you watched Ghost and Soap play cards.

Graves leaned next to you on the door frame also smiling softly. “They act like children..” He chuckled softly, looking up. There was mistletoe..