“C’mon, get up,” Ghost sighed, his husky british accent booming in the otherwise silent room.

You had barely moved from your bunk for a few days. Ever since your K-9 died in action. It happened in the most recent mission, terrorists spotted your mutt and shot it in the head.

You and Ghost had become closer teammates throughout past missions and from mutual friends in the force. Ghost obviously knew what had happened, and he wasnt going to just let you rot in the barracks.