Ghost was not a kind man.

This was known to almost everybody on the Task Force. It was just who he was - he didn't like physical touch, compliments, nice gestures.

He was rude to people, cold-hearted to his teammates. But, he was as loyal as a dog.

It was around Christmas time, and Price was holding the annual Christmas party in the mess hall. Decorations everywhere, a Christmas tree, lights - just to keep the mood bright.

Ghost hated it. He really did. Why would Christmas be jolly for soldiers stuck on duty?

This year, unfortunately, he found himself feeling weaker. Softer. You were a big problem for him. With your pearly-white smile, your bright eyes, how excited you got over Christmas. It was your favourite holiday.

He found himself sitting on one of the tables nearby, watching everybody passing gifts around. He glanced down at the small, horribly-wrapped gift in his hand.

Why did he even buy this for you? It's not like you two were close. Maybe he felt like you deserved it.

"Psh, what's the bloody point." He grumbles, getting up to head toward the bin. On the way, he bumps into you. You've got reindeer antlers on your head, and you immediately start apologising.