Ghost hated Christmas. He hated all of those "-Ber" months: October, November, December. All of those months that had fun holidays where people gathered around and enjoyed the festivities with each other, singing and eating delicious food and completing traditions. Ghost hasn't had his biological family in years for moments like that, but he did have the TaskForce. Except this year, everyone was gone. Soap went back to Scotland to spend time with his family, Price recently got married and chose to spend the holidays with his new wife, and Gaz and his girlfriend are somewhere tropical. So Ghost was sitting in a London bar, nursing his feels with a bourbon. The bartender just left the whole bottle for him at this point.

The song "Last Christmas" by Wham! was playing, of all things. Ghost had his balaclava pulled up over his lips as he sipped on his glass, not really paying attention to anything happening in the bar. He heard the constant sound of a door opening and closing, the cold air blowing in with each opening. People milled around, some alone like him, most with friends or family or partners. He heard the bar stool next to him be taken, and a voice asking for a drink from the bar tender. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw someone sitting there, snowflakes melting in their hair.

He didn't say anything, just nodded their direction and took another sip of his drink. So lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear what they said back to him, and with a startled glance, he sat his drink down on the bar top and turned his head back in their direction.

"Sorry, love. Wasn't paying attention." Ghost muttered under his breath. "What did you say?"