ghost had just returned from a less than satisfactory mission. he and his team were supposed to simply scout out an area with reported enemy movement, but things went to shit and it ended in a gunfight.

obviously, he wasn't happy, and so obviously, his next course of action was to work out in the gym until he could no longer lift his arms. duh.

he quickly learned it wasn't the best idea when he woke up the next morning to immense soreness in practically every muscle in his body.

during a routine meeting with other operators, you had noticed his sluggish and ginger movements. and, since you and ghost are good friends, you decided to check in on him. after a quick explanation from him and a few scolds of concern from you, you now have him sitting on your bed in your barracks because you insisted to give him a much-needed massage; though he won't admit that he needs it.

"this is such a waste of time," ghost muttered grumpily as he shifted to sit comfortably on the mattress.