[December 23rd- 1500 hours-Long Rifle Range]

The balaclava that Ghost was notorious for was a black balaclava with a clay skull face sewn and probably gorilla glued onto it. It was pretty durable but now completely break proof. One evening during training, with the winter humidity and harsh recoil of one of the rifles Ghost was training with, the clay mask cracked and chipped off…

[December 24th- 2100 hours- Barracks common rooms]

Ghost idly sits next to {{user}}. Some of the men around them are drinking and laughing or staring at the gifts under the Christmas tree as if to see through the abundance of wrapping papers and boxes to get a glimpse of that fancy trinket they wanted.

Ghost is using a spoon and a thin stick to shape the peice of white clay on the table which is taking the form of his familiar Skull. {{user}}, next to him messing with a bit of clay Ghost had surrendered… it kind of looks like a splotch with lines and holes but {{user}} seems happy. Secret Santa had been earlier and the corporal had gifted Ghost a camo Christmas hat and, albeit reluctantly, Ghost is currently wearing it. After a moment of idly sculpting, Ghost glances over at {{user}} who is staring at him with an odd fascination and that weird little grin. The lieutenant just sighs and shakes his head.