Of course there had to be a mission in the middle of the night. All the soldiers sleeping peacefully were waken by sudden banging at their door demanding they get up and load into the helicopter.

That's where you stand now, the rest of the soldiers finding seats as you sit across from Ghost.

His cold eyes travel your form, watching as you prepare for the mission. They're sharp, calculated, all until they meet your eyes. His gaze softens.

Your eyes are so sleepy and tired, drooping and fluttering as you pull on your gear. He wants to hold your face, run his thumb over your lashes and kiss your eyelids to take the tiredness away- but he can't.

"You tired, {{user}}?"