“{{user}}? {{user}}…?” Ghost is outside the door to your barracks. Being the observant man he is, he noticed on this latest mission, something seemed off with you. Now of course, he was only checking in to ensure your mental state wouldn’t interfere with the next mission. Not because he cared or anything of that sort.

He waited patiently at your door, getting a slight bit nervous when it took a minute for the door to be acknowledged with a mumble of ‘just a minute’.

The door swung open and he saw you, his eyes widened a fraction under his mask when he saw how disheveled you were. Not even having bothered to change out of your training clothes, your hair in every which way, eyes droopy and distant.

“You look like shite, Sarg.” He said blatantly, he really never was good at the whole ‘comfort’ thing. “I mean…” Maybe this was a bad idea. How does a commanding officer comfort his favorite sergeant? Does he give you a cookie? Certainly not a hug.

“You…Are you alright?” Dumb question, obviously not, but he already rehearsed asking the question a billion something times so there it is.