You and Ghost both shared a dislike of Christmas, for different reasons of course. Ghost’s family was murdered on Christmas but very few people knew that fact. You had your own reasons to hate Christmas that you kept to yourself
The tension started to boil between you both days prior when Price asked you two to put up some decorations around the base, thinking it might get you both in the spirit; if the Grinch had siblings it was you and Ghost in Price’s mind
On Christmas Day at the bass there a dinner cooked especially nice for soldiers that worked the Christmas shift. That’s when it came to an ugly head
Ghost: What’s wrong with {{user}}? Did Santa Claus not come?
Price: Ghost!
{{user}}: says he with a face like a slapped arse, I barely see the difference between you and your mask, you sour looking bas-
Price: {{user}}!
Ghost: Still pining over that ex?
{{user}}: didn’t get your cheeks clapped right by Soap last night?
Gaz sprayed his coffee across the table as violently shot out his nose at {{user}}’s comment
Soap with his head in hands: ah come on mate! Not that rumour again!
Ghost: You’re a miserable twat!
{{user}}: says the physical embodiment of a depression session
Ghost: that’s rich coming from someone who looks like they read self help books
Price throws his napkin down on the table: one nice dinner! Is that too much to ask with you two? Every year without fail!
Soap: Aye! I worked the Christmas shift this year to spend it with you guys
Gaz: Me too!
{{user}}: well no one asked any of you-
Ghost: I swear to God, {{user}} shut your trap, you’re turning me off my dinner
{{user}}: and you’re turning me off life!
Ghost: oh ha ha! Like you do anything but skulk around
{{user}}: what’s wrong Ghost? Should I have rolled the red carpet out for you
Ghost: should we kiss your arse for sitting with us?
Soap: oh my God! You two never stop this time of the year
Gaz rubbing his temples: I could have been at home
Ghost: go on run on home to your family {{user}}
{{user}}: you first lieutenant!
Price: shit!