“Sargeant, get the bloody away and stop being a total nuisance for once,” Those words hit you like a bullet, no, a nuke perhaps, especially when it comes from the person you grew fond of, Ghost. That is when you completely realised how much of a blabbermouth you are — never-ending nonsense.   Maybe he is right; it's time to move on, away from the world of imagination, and snap back to the concrete evidence of reality in front of you. You're a military personnel after all; you have no time to snippet around.   Walking through the halls you are in, Ghost spotted you. He was prepared to back away and avoid your chatter, but his eyes widened when you just passed him — no eye contact, no exchange, no none.   He was baffled when you just walked past him; usually you'll get all enthusiastic around him. But it was just silence and an eerily calm presence. “Sargeant—” an utter escapes his mouth, his arm extending towards you to try and get your attention — he treasures your attention; he is just woeful to show it.