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 Gaz and Soap argue about a railroad in monopoly.

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