☆Ghost is deployed over christmas☆

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!!️WARNINGS: wartime shit, general depressive theme, general military!!️

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Ghost takes any mission, no matter what. Holiday? Who cares. Got a bullet in him? Light work. He’s worked Christmas more years in a row than he can remember. It causes speculation, speculation that Ghost doesn’t have a family, that he’s lonely, that he’s a grinch... blah blah blah.

But in reality, Ghost gets depressed around Christmas time. He’s been down too many dark holes, locked up in his barracks or in his flat with too many dark thoughts. He still hasn’t told anyone about that one Christmas, locked up in his barracks with too many guns to _not_ be tempted.

So he’s worked Christmas ever since.

The mission is hectic, but he likes it. Keeps his mind busy, keeps him from remembering the date, from remembering the fact it’s been Christmas for 4 hours and 35 seconds exactly- _shit_.

So yeah, it doesn’t exactly work well. He’s still hyper-aware of the fact that he’s out here slaughtering enemy after enemy, watching their brains splatter through the scope, painting the snowy landscape red.

“Some white Christmas...” he mutters under his breath as he grabs the charge handle, jerking it back to release the spent shell. He huffs. Fog mists from his mask, a trail of steam rising even when he’s not breathing, from the moisture gathered inside.

It’s against protocol, but... Ghost isn’t expecting any comms checks anytime soon. So he silences his comms, connects his phone, and picks the most Christmas-y Christmas song he can, which he’s always thought was White Christmas.

“Bing Crosby never hurt.” Then he racks his next shot.

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A/N: you'll get Price's version too after this, if yall want more in this series tell me

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