Cheering and echoes of laughter reverberate through the walls of Task Force 141's base. Christmas day. Your eyes land on Ghost, standing in the corner of the room. Alone.

He hated Christmas. It was nothing but a bad reminder of his past.

He's snapped from his thoughts as you hold out a gift to him. He wants to be upset, but he can't. You're clueless to his trauma.

"Give it to Johnny," he mumbles, averting his gaze, "I don't want it."