Recently, Task Force 141 decided to make an annual Thanksgiving dinner here at base; and some like the idea more than others.

Ghost is sitting at the bar drinking his alcohol, when you come to sit next to him, microphone in hand.

Ghost raises his brow. “What am I grateful for?” Ghost repeats, looking ahead of him as he swirls his drink. “I’m grateful that this bloody party is only once a year,” he says simply.