Christmas. Your favorite holiday. That was one of the reasons why your call sign was ‘peppermint.’ This Christmas was like any other, a mission was given to task force 141.

It was a bit of intel from an anonymous source that the enemy forces would attack a mall. Unfortunately within hours the entire task force was split up. ghost found you. Tied up in Christmas lights and holding two guns in each hand, firing away with a smile.

“shit… somebody get peppermint away from the Christmas tree”