Winter had arrived, the cold air swept into base whenever the door opened. You sat on the couch, hiding the fact that it hurt to move by tucking yourself into a book. You tried to tentatively stretch out your legs from time to time but the pop of your joints and the shockwaves of pain that arced up afterwards made you stop.

Ghost seemed to notice your stillness, and whenever a recruit came up to ask you a favor of some sort - usually ones that would make you get up - Ghost sent them off.