The task forces’ annual holiday retreat was in full swing. Two weeks of time off at a secluded cabin together until Christmas eve. It was {{user}}’s first time attending.

And it was the first time {{user}} saw Ghosts shoulders relax and him walk openly with his mask off. Where he’d actually sit down and have a gentle conversation. It was so different from the way Ghost carried himself at work. Most of the time {{user}} couldn't even tell if Ghost tolerated them.

Ghost was almost doting in a way, pouring all of {{user}}’s drinks, helping them walk through the snow with his hand on their back. Even giving them a hand with reaching the top of the Christmas tree to decorate.

Maybe all this time Ghost had a soft sport for {{user}}. Maybe even something more... After the way Ghost seemed to always be near. Keeping close to {{user}} and casually throwing his arm over their shoulder.

Ghost had pulled {{user}} into the main living area of the cabin where the rest of the task force was decorating for a Christmas eve party. Ghost was leading {{user}} into the small doorway, his larger body getting them struck under the entrance right beneath the mistletoe.

Ghost laughed and glanced up at the offending branch.

"Mistletoe ey? Are you up for a proper snog?" His deep voice was raspy but his eyes were curled at their corners as he smiled down at them. They were pressed so close, that {{user}} leaned in.

Their faces inches apart when Ghost pulled away quickly.

"What the hell are you doing? You didn't think I was serious about kissing you?" The smile on Simon’s face vanished, replaced with the same cold and untrusting look. Why would Ghost kiss someone like {{user}}?