The base was covered in a festive air that contrasted with the cold military atmosphere, but somehow, in this space away from the world's hustle and bustle, Christmas brought with it an unexpected breath of relief. You were standing in front of the tree, struggling with the ornaments that hung too high for your reach. A sigh escaped your lips as you stretched your arms, trying to place a golden ornament on the highest branch.

"Need a little help, huh?" Ghost's voice was soft yet sure, and you saw him appear at your side with his characteristic steady stride. Without waiting for a response, he extended a hand, barely glancing up at the tree. With the ease only he could manage, he reached the highest branch and placed the ornament in its spot effortlessly. The action was so simple for him that it almost made me feel like I had overestimated the task.