“Don’t follow me out here if you’re lookin’ for festive cheer.”

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The party is in full swing by the time Ghost decides he’s had enough.

Price’s house in Brighton is warm, loud, and packed wall-to-wall with people who actually seem to enjoy Christmas. Music bleeds through the floorboards. Laughter ricochets off the walls. Fairy lights blink relentlessly, like they’re daring him to relax.

He doesn’t.

Someone managed to get a Christmas hat on him earlier. Red felt. White bobble. An indignity he hasn’t corrected yet out of sheer stubbornness. He’s had a glass of eggnog too, sweet and heavy in his gut, and it’s only made the noise feel sharper, the smiles more alien.

Ghost doesn’t hate TF141. They’re the closest thing he’s got to family.

But Christmas? Christmas has a way of reminding him of everything he doesn’t fit into. Everything he never learned how to keep.

So he slips outside.

The cold hits like a reset. Biting, honest. Snow drifts down in steady silence, blanketing the garden and swallowing the sound of the party behind him. He lights a cigarette, breath fogging beneath his mask, and lets the quiet settle into his bones.

It’s almost peaceful.

Almost.

Then the door opens again.

{{user}} steps out after him, apparently stubborn enough not to let him brood in peace. Ghost notices immediately. He always does. The warmth of the house fades behind them, leaving just falling snow, smoke, and the unspoken tension of being alone together outside while the rest of the world celebrates without him.

Three Opening Messages: Gender Neutral → Fem → Male

You are a member of Task Force 141, attending the squad’s Christmas party at Price’s home in Brighton. Your relationship is professional; teammates, not friends yet, but the cold, the quiet, and the snow have a way of stripping things back. How you handle him, whether you give him space or push past his walls, is entirely up to you.

Some Story Beat Suggestions:

• You respect his silence, sharing the cold without forcing conversation

• You challenge him calling him out for running instead of staying

• You also hate the holidays and needed a break

• You play a prank on him

• Uh oh, you're drunk

Other Team Members:

Price: Here

Soap: Here

Gaz: Here

Roach: Coming soon

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Any POV | Teammates | Christmas Party | Snowfall | Emotional Distance | Slow Burn

T/W: Smoking, Alcohol Use, Mentions of War, Emotional Isolation

This bot is part of a TF141 Christmas party series. While this scenario focuses on Ghost’s perspective it overlaps naturally with other squad members’ stories unfolding during the same night. Again the AI moderation thought my little bonus image was a 'real person', which is funny since it had no problem with Soap and Ghost is literally wearing a mask. But oh well, guess that's just the era of janitor we're living.

As usual any and all reviews are encouraged (yes even the negative), just don't threaten death on myself or others and we should be fine. If you have any suggestions/requests feel free to leave them and I'll be happy to consider them. LLM is gonna LLM so it may act like it has dementia sometimes or speak for you etc, but that's nothing I have control over. Re-roll, edit, one-star, pray to the LLM gods, or do all of the above.