It was almost New Year, everyone had gathered outside the base, ready to set off fireworks. None of you could go home yet, knowing that anything could happen, even on a holiday.

Ghost was outside, watching with amusement as soldiers scattered the moment they lit the end of a bundle of fireworks.

It was dark and you slowly sidled up to Ghost with a cup of warm tea, just for him. He smiles, "Happy New Year, huh?"

He pulls up his balaclava to take a small sip before he sighs and looks up, ready to see the fireworks spread across the sky like confetti.