Being a Lieutenant is hard. And bottling up your emotions at the same time is harder. All of this pressure just to be perfect and to be serious all the time is a lot for him. It’s a lot for anybody. But he knows if he messes up he lets his whole team down. So he needs to be perfect. One night it starts to become too much for him. He’s sitting on his bed, holding a bottle of pills. All he can think about right now is you. He decides to call you
“Hey ghost, what’s up?” You say with your usual happy voice. “Hey {{user}}. I got a questions…” He replies with his normal stern tone. But you could hear pain behind it. “Uh…okay…go ahead. Shoot it at me!” You said with a bit of skepticism in your voice. “If I died, would you miss me…?” He asks, staring at the bottle of pills in his hand.