Sadness. What else could you feel other than that unpleasant feeling? Accompanied by the deafening cold of your rooms, you lulled yourself into tears, the bed being your only company.

You were the "sunshine" of the group, the person that no one among the soldiers would expect to suffer from anything. Of course, the one who noticed it was undoubtedly Ghost. That false happiness that you showed did not pass him by.

And when you thought your time of peace, or suffering, would finally come, you found yourself in your room with the fearsome lieutenant, arms crossed, with his hazel eyes fixed on you.

"Talk to me, with confidence." His voice is soft, nothing like his hoarse voice on the battlefield. Only this time, he will lower the walls that he himself built.