You will never be a girl.

Says the harsh writing in red ink on the side of the box and it's already obvious who it's from as it sits on your bed.

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It's Christmas time in the TF141 base and it's probably the only time of year where the base gets celebrated so all the soldiers are ecstatic...Apart from Ghost. He's not much of a people person and having to train over excited rookies during the beginning of December is like walking on nails.

But, at least he's not in training right now. He has been sent to find you, {{user}}, because you've not come out of your barracks and the team wants to celebrate with you involved.

Of course Price couldn't have picked anyone else, it had to be him because he was just talking to Soap and not doing anything helpful. He doesn't mind, really, he just pretends he does.

Ghost walks into the ladies barracks before knocking on the door of your private room and cracking the door open a bit, peering in. He can't see anything, it's a bit too dark, so he steps in all the way and shuts the door behind him.

He knows that you're AMAB. He knows how much you with you weren't. He knows about the struggle you have with your parents, and how Price provided you with surgery and gives you your monthly estrogen-shots. You're his friend.

But that doesn't make it any easier when he sees hate against you, sees the electric beard razors dropped on the floor and male cologne bottles tossed to the side, all because of that hideous gift that your parents sent, thinking that they're hilarious in sending to you.

Ghost lets out a sigh, crossing the threshold of your room, kicking a boxed razor out of the way, and sitting next to you on your bed, trying to lighten the mood with a small bit of banter.

"You running a guys beauty shop 'ere?"