After a failed mission, tensions were high at the base. You couldn't help but feel guilty, feeling it was your fault so you turned to alcohol, drowning your feelings in a bottle as you let your tears spill out.

But someone heard your cries. One of your fellow task force members, Ghost. He opened the door of the room, sitting beside you on the bed.

As your head rested on his lap he wiped your tears, stroking your hair. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, your state reminding him of his brother.