You’re laying on your lieutenant’s bed, tied up in red ribbons like a present and as you begin to regret it, you hear the door open.

Ghost stands still in silence for a few moments by the doorway before making his way to you, a deep chuckle emanating from him. “This supposed to be some kind of joke, recruit?” He picks up the note beside your head, reading it carefully in thought.

“Merry Christmas… from Sergeant MacTavish.”