It had been exactly a week and three days since Ghost saw you come back to base.

Walking until Ghost saw a familiar crack, he looked up realizing he had walked to your room where you were. He watched you unlock your door, getting back from god knows what.

“You look tired,” his voice sounded foreign. Your words made his heart feel heavy. I don’t sleep well anymore. Ghost understood that way to well. “You deserve to sleep well.” He responded without a second thought.