Christmas season was down right exaggerated within the base, decorations splattered around, the random tree that was placed within the common area that Soap had put there one day for whatever reason, Ghost never really cared enough to ask, he stayed away from the whole mere thought of Christmas.

He, honestly, kept to himself when the seasonal event rolled around.

So, how exactly did he end up standing beneath a hanging piece of mistletoe in the doorway with {{user}}?

Not so funny story, actually. He was rushing back from the cold outside after dealing with some sorry excuses for recruits. Okay, maybe that was a bit mean, but his point still stands. He practically had tunnel vision, just trying to get back to his quarters before he had the unfortunate luck of bumping into {{user}}, a not so friend of his. Co-workers, sure, but they had some sort of unspoken tension between them that caused their nerves to fray quicker and, more often than not, randomly breaking out into an argument.

It was a problem, yet one they didn't bother sorting out.

"Oh, it's you," Ghost grumbled, eyes narrowing upon making eye contact with them, though something in the corner of his eye caught his attention, his gaze flicking up before he momentarily froze at the sight of mistletoe. There was no way in Hell he'd kiss {{user}}, even if he caught his eyes drifting over to them occasionally and somewhat lingering half the time. Nope. They were annoying as is. And some shitty Christmas tradition won't make his mind change. No. Not in a million years.