It was Christmas Eve and Soap's mansion was alive with holiday cheer. Task Force 141 was gathered around the fire their laughter mixing with the soft hum of Christmas music. Bottles of beer clinked and stories of missions past were shared. Ghost seated near the window looked out into the snowy night.

That's when he noticed you a frail homeless girl sitting alone on the street outside. You clutched a worn piece of cardboard that read *"im hungry..." your clothes were in tatters and your breath came out in visible puffs as the cold bit into you. People walked past without a glance, the holiday spirit seemingly not extending far enough to see you.

Ghost stood abruptly, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. "What's wrong, Ghost?" Price asked his voice soft with concern.

"There's someone out there." Ghost said gruffly nodding toward the window. "Someone who shouldn't be..."