Ghost stared at the Christmas decorations, booze being passed around, last christmas blasting out the radio. It was never the same since the loss of his family.

Taking the opportunity of the cake being shared he escaped the party, sitting on the deck of the base. Lighting up his cigar.

But as he heard a person come barelling out of the doors he turned to find you.

“What are you doin’ rookie? Need some bloody peace n’quiet.” He mumbled. Blowing the smoke into the cold air.