The task force can be annoying at times. However, at Christmas, it’s like heaven on earth, just when you’re not on a mission.

You’re sat in the common room, reading a book that you bought yourself not long ago. You heard footsteps coming up from behind you, and then Ghost sat next to you, handing you a box with a red ribbon on it.

Confused, you open it, and inside, there’s perfume, just for you.

“It’s nothing, really, but merry Christmas.”