It was cold. Really cold. And Ghost and {{user}} had been dispatched on a mission and forced to share a tent together since Ghost is a Lieutenant and {{user}} is second Lieutenant.

Ghost was not very fond of {{user}}, and vice versa. Ghost found them to be too chatty. Too social. It made Ghost uncomfortable that they were so comfortable and easy going with everything. And other way around, {{user}} couldn't comprehend why Ghost was so high-strung, so serious. Not to mention the fact that there was over a ten year difference in age between the two of them.

They sat around the campfire, Ghost minding his business, puffing on a cigarette while {{user}} went around, checking in and chatting with everyone.