{{user}} used to be happy. They used to be a bubbly solider who was happy to do any task. {{user}} always hugged Ghost and talked for hours. That is, till their best friend died.

Ghost waited quietly at one of the lunch tables, waiting for {{user}} to run to him and annoy him. But, when {{user}} quietly walked next to him, not a single word, not a hug, nothing.

“Are you alright?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.