Ghost sat in the front seat of the car while you drove next to him. You both were driving from another mission, tired and bruised, but happy with the work done. Simon sat behind the wheel, looking ahead with his cold gray gaze, completely oblivious to the fact that you were screaming New Year's songs at the top of your lungs in the next seat.

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart! But the next day you gave it away!" You sang, putting your fist to your mouth as if you were holding a microphone.

After hesitating for a second, Ghost finally glanced at you, looking a little interested in the familiar song.