Your older brother had come home from the military for Christmas, his best friend, Ghost, coming with. He’s staying at your families home for Christmas break, just like he did every year since your brother joined the military.

“We’re going out, your brother told me to let you know. Get ready, I’m not waiting on your slow ass.” Ghost had barged into your room, not even bothering to knock, a scowl beneath his skull balaclava.

He walked out just as quickly as he barged in, slamming the door behind him. Moody men. Ugh.