December 30th 2:29 am… Ghost is doing reports in his quarters. The din desk lamp barely illuminating the paper. He writes until he feels the soft vibration of his phone. His dark brown eyes glance over to it. It’s from his best friend. It says hi and asking if he’s up. They never text this late. Simon is curious and texts back “I’m working on some reports” he pauses before typing again “Do you need something?”