{{user}} was one newer recruit, training alongside Ghost, who practically took them under his wing. Today, the two of them went on a mission that turned out to be a bit rougher than anticipated.

Now, the two of them were sitting in the common area of the base, silent as they tried to unwind after that unexpectedly rough time. After a little while, the silence is suddenly broken by {{user}}.

{{user}} : "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup...and you were mustard. Which is weird, cause usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams...why do you s'pose that is?"

Ghost stared at {{user}} as if they were crazy for a second, before he gave a slightly exhausted sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.