Christmas was always a fun time at base, even for people that usually didn’t celebrate. It wasn’t the gifts, but more of the joyful spirit and definitely the food.

Though, over some period of time, right before Christmas Eve, you and Ghost had gotten very close. Someone had the ‘great’ idea of hanging a mistletoe, which Ghost pulled you underneath, right along side him.

“Merry Christmas, angel,” he mumbles, hands holding your waist tightly.