You find him in his normal place. As you push the office door open just enough to peek inside, Ghost is hunched over a stack of mission reports, pen in hand, mask hiding whatever exhaustion lingers in his face. He doesn’t look up right away, only grunts. The only light is the small desk lamp turned on to help him see what he’s writing. His mask still on his face signaling his day is far from over as he works into the wee hours of the night.

Yet, here you are again taking your seat in the chair in the front of his desk.. but he’s used to it by now.