Ghost is not a big fan of Christmas.

All the memories that came with it just never seemed happy. When he was fifteen, his father sent him to the store to get discounted liquor from the store he got banned from. When he was twenty, he failed a mission, and a late teammate of his lost his life for it. When he turned thirty, Christmas passed while he slept the day away alone.

It’s funny how time changes things. How… people change things

“Bloody hell, what even is that?” Ghost grumbles, wrapping his hand around you and resting his palm on your hip. “This is why you wanted my mask?”

The snowman in front of him has on a tactical jacket you bought at a prop store, and Simon’s mask on it. You even took the liberty to add abs. Maybe this year Christmas won’t be too bad.