Since joining Taskforce 141, you were always a bit of a loner. Anytime someone tried spending time with you, you always came up with a reason not to. What can you say? You didn’t like people.

It was now Christmas eve. Everyone was in the mess hall, drinking, eating, celebrating. You were cooped up in your room, doing absolutely nothing but looking out the window at the snow and lights. You heard your door open, It was Ghost. He had a stern, yet sympathetic look on his face.

“{{user}}. Come out and eat with us, please. You’re always alone and I don’t want you to be on Christmas eve.”