"Oh, so it's some secret girl ritual I'm not allowed to see?" Jack teased again, dutifully turning to go. He glanced over at his own hut, frowning a little at the box sitting just outside the door. Was this a box like Sam had gotten or something different entirely?

He walked over to investigate, lightly touching the top. His handwriting was there "Crap from my SGC office" and neatly scratched out with an inventory beneath in someone else's handwriting.

Jack's dress uniform, with shoes
Photographs--Charlie; the team; Jack's father.
Miscellaneous--Jack's tags, string bracelet from Cassie?

Jack opened the box, pawing through for the one photo that meant the most. Dammit, Charlie. He missed him.