“Hey, Bright-Eyes! Merry Christmas! I wasn’ sure what t’get yeh, bu’ I figured these’d be good.”
From his bunk down in the South, the major cradled the gifts with his hulking muscles; eyes bathed in a small pool of tears.
Alex had, unfortunately, lost track of the season’s festivities during his time fighting - the prospect of buying gifts, for example, had completely slipped his mind. And yet here was a package from Miss Thomas, with his best interests at heart: a pair of weights, perfect for top-up training whilst he was away from home.
The Major held them tighter to his chest, offering the mechanic a silent thank you.