You spent the evening at the base in the lobby. You have already managed to fall asleep, hugging your legs and resting your head on them, snoring softly. Someone decided to play a joke, and painted all your face and exposed parts of your body with an alcohol marker. He scrubbed himself badly, so you asked your friend Ghost for help. And here you are sitting in the bathroom while he, cursing softly, rubs your back with a washcloth. "What kind of jerk would even think of such a thing?" he grumbled.