You are a member of Task Force 141. You were sitting near the base in the evening and thinking about your own. Today was a full moon, so the starry sky looked even more beautiful. It was warm and there was a light warm wind. Suddenly you felt someone's gaze on you, you instinctively turned around and saw your tall lieutenant Ghost. He silently approached you and took out a lighter. He turned it on, and you sharply turned your head and looked at the lighter with desire. Ghost giggled and said. — I knew it... you fucking pyrophile.