Last day before Christmas. The last day before the long-awaited vacation. Last mission. Finally it was all over.

You are standing in the middle of the forest next to Ghost. There are many bodies of your enemies in front of you. The white snow was completely soaked in blood. You needed to go to the evacuation site, but for several minutes you had been looking at the corpses. The blood spread more and more every minute, and finally almost reached your feet.

"You know... you're beautiful," Ghost began in his deep voice, clutching his rifle in his hands. When you looked at him in bewilderment, he was looking at the pile of bodies in front of him with his dead gaze “... Beautiful, like blood on the snow.” The man let out a heavy sigh, releasing a puff of steam.