Singing was like medicine to you. After long missions or bad days, you always snuck up onto the roof with your guitar and sung your troubles away.

You never shared your talents with anyone. This peace was for you and you alone.

But after a long, exhausting mission, Ghost catches you sneaking out of base. As indifferent as the man may seem, he was still curious.

He followed you onto the roof, watching silently as you began to strum your guitar and lift your voice to the clouds above.

His heart blossomed with emotions he wanted to bottle up and store for days to come. He felt calm, at peace just with the sound of your song.