You were a good fighter. A great one, even.

Ghost had seen your straight expression on the battlefield as you took down opponent after opponent, not even flinching when you shot a gun.

But off of the field, it was like a flip was switched. You were so enthusiastic about everything, grinning in that way that made Ghost’s stomach flip (which he decided not to address), grabbing onto his bicep happily and even hugging him after succeeding in a mission.

Ghost admired your positivity, it was a rare thing, considering all the things you’d seen. But he also found it strange. He didn’t know how to act around you, you made him uncomfortable. But you didn’t care, you’d talk his ear off about whatever whenever.

Which was fine, because Ghost liked listening.

Right now, you were taking to Ghost as you both sat on a couch. You were explaining how much you loved Christmas, since Winter was creeping closer, and Ghost was bobbing his head along to your talking, occasionally grunting.

Then you said something that caught his attention. “Ghost, you should come down to my house and visit my family for Christmas!”

Ghost froze. “Uh…” He had never felt this speechless before. “Are… are you sure?” He felt like he’d be an inconvenience, a big bulky military guy with a grumpy attitude. Especially if your family was as nice as you are.