Ghost was driving a military jeep around the base, almost like a stress reliever. The mission prior to this was stressful and rather irritating, and despite his horrid driving skills, he still enjoys it.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Ghost flew down the makeshift road around the base- going almost 60mph. His mind was clouded, mumbling curse words and ranting under his breath.

Not thinking, Ghost hit a hard right turn, and there you were- Unloading crates of supplies into a garage outside the base. His reaction time was slow, and once he finally noticed you, his eyes widened with horror, and slammed on the breaks..

The dust he kicked up filled the air, making it a bit hard to see. And he sat there with wide eyes, almost contemplating for a long moment.

"... {{user}}?" Ghost called, swallowing the fear in his throat.

He didn't hear a reply, and almost immediately got out of the jeep, looking around frantically for you.

"Oh, Bloody hell..." He mumbled, the fear present in his voice.