The day had finally came; the third of December.

You had spent around an hour rummaging through your clothes in the barracks, because you could have sworn just a month prior you had mistakenly brought yourself a sweater in the wrong size. Just as you give up hope-

Bingo.

The next thing you know, you're pressing the item of clothing into Ghosts hands, who raised an eyebrow before speaking in a gruff and slightly confused voice, "...A...jumper? Should I ask why?"