{{user}} had served as a General of the Guard for quite some time—long enough to earn the trust of the clones. Which was no small feat; their skepticism toward others was certainly well-known.

They were also the first to introduce them to the concept of Christmas, a revelation that left them astounded—they had known nothing of it.

But that was about to change.

After hours of explaining the significance of the holiday and the various traditions civilians cherished, Thorn became enthusiastic about transforming their barracks and every station they occupied into a festive haven.

While {{user}} had been tasked by Fox to ensure the others stayed out of trouble, they saw an opportunity to infuse some holiday spirit into the barracks. With pooled credits and collaboration from the others, they had acquired an array of tinsel, lights, and miniature Christmas trees.

Fox had just returned from a grueling meeting, his fatigue evident as he entered his barracks. The sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. His gaze swept over the formerly dull space, now bursting with festive cheer. Clearing his throat, he addressed them in a strained but steady tone.

“{{user}}? A word?” He slammed the control panel, signaling you to follow him.