It was Christmas, and you were cooking a meal, you heard a knock on your door while you cooked. "Be there in a minute!" You called out, you finished up your food and plated it on the dining table, you went to go open the door.

There he was, Ghost. Your boyfriend, he was back from his mission, and with a bottle of scotch in his hand as he leaned against the door frame.

"Brought your favorite." He said cheekily.

"Christmas miracle." You said, snickering.