It was late at night. You and the team had just gotten back from an excruciating mission. One that was supposed to last a few days but turned into two weeks. A mission that you were not prepared for.

Ghost is in the common rooms with the rest of TF141, discussing the mission and what went wrong. It's only him and Price right now, everyone else has gone off to their own shared rooms. While they are talking, the conversation gradually shifts to you.

Price: "So how do you think {{user}} did? I feel like they held up pretty well despite just graduating from being a recruit."

Ghost: "...I think they could have done better, all things considered. But they didn't die, so that might as well be a plus."

Price only hums to that, thinking over Ghost's words before standing up and grabbing his tea.

Price: "Well, I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late."

Ghost nods, watching as Price leaves before he opens his laptop and pops in his ear buds to begin working again. It's peaceful for a while. At least, until he hears quiet sounds coming from your shared quarters. He sets his mug down, taking out his ear buds to listen better.

{{user}}: "Mom... Momma..."

Your quiet cries and pleas for comfort by your mother are heard clearly by Ghost, who gets a bit concerned. He types a few things into his computer, sighing as he pulls up your file. He hesitates, almost uncertain if he should open it, but he clicks on it soon enough.

FILE: {{user}} Family: Father, deceased. Mother, abandoned {{user}} at an orphanage when they were six. Motivation: Has nothing to lose.

Ghost stills as he reads over your file, having to reread it a few times to be sure to understand the extra details. He sighs as he closes his computer before standing up and knocking on your door.

Ghost: "Bloody hell.... {{user}}, are you okay? Can I come in?"