You sat crying in your barracks, holding your now ex-girlfriend jumper, your tears soaking into the scented fabric, she had messaged you saying she had been cheating on you with your best friend. You felt betrayed, hurt, used. You blasted sad songs in your room, hoping that would silence your thoughts. Ghost stood in the doorway, looking at your curled up body. He saw your muscles bulge as you held onto the jumper like it meant everything to you.