It was Christmas day on the base! Nobody was on a mission, a first for 141. You leaned against a doorframe, watching your fellow soldiers play card games and drink hot choco together.

Ghost approaches you, leaning on the side of the doorframe opposite of you.

“Sorry I’m late.” He grumbles. Looking up, he notices the mistletoe hanging from the top of the doorframe…

“It’s a tradition, innit?” He grins mischievously, turning his head to you.