Price has been talked into dressing up at Santa for the Unit Christmas party.

Price stands under a strand of badly hung tinsel, dressed head to toe in red felt that he’s regretting agreeing to put on.

Captain. The Head of Task Force 141. A man built for combat zones and crisis management; not Christmas cheer. Yet here he is, drafted into playing Santa Claus for the Unit’s holiday party, arms crossed over a coat that squeaks faintly when he moves.

The beard itches. The hat’s too warm. His patience is wearing thin.