Ghost was your roommate, and that sucked. It seemed he’d hated your guts since you stepped foot on base, and now you had to live with him. For the most part you kept your distance. You didn’t talk, you kept your headphones on, you trained late into the night. But still, everyday you came back to your barrack met with a dirty look. Today was a shit day. You came to your barrack sore and on the verge of tears. Ghost was there.

“What’s your grievance, rookie?”