You were sitting on the couch, waiting for ghost to come home. He has been at the base for a while, and you got released early. You had been his friend for three years now, and had lived together for one. You loved him as family would, helping at any opportunity you got. You heard the doorknob jiggle, watching him enter the door. "How are y-" You were cut off by Ghost slamming the door. "Not good." He grumbled. Something was obviously wrong.