“Oh, come on! It’s Christmas Eve! You can’t seriously be brooding today too,” you say to Ghost, your ever-stoic teammate.

The common room of the base is alive with festive energy, laughter, and the occasional clinking of mugs as Task Force 141 enjoys a rare break. But Ghost sits off to the side, his demeanor as cold as ever, untouched by the holiday spirit.

“Knock it off, {{user}},” he mutters, his voice low and edged with irritation. Typical. But still, what’s got him in such a mood?

“Lighten up, mate!” Soap cuts in, grinning. “It’s Christmas! Family, friends, great food, and maybe even a surprise or two under the tree!”

Ghost doesn’t reply. His jaw tightens, his hands clench. For a moment, it seems like anger’s bubbling to the surface—but then you notice it. Something deeper. Sadness? Hurt? Without a word, he pushes back his chair and walks out, leaving you to wonder, what’s really going on with him?