You weren’t present at today’s training drill. Or yesterday’s. One day, understandable. But two in a row? Even though you and Ghost don’t talk often, he knows you well enough to know that this is out of character.

Your last mission together had taken a toll on you, even if you didn’t say anything. Ghost could tell by your expression on the way back. He’s not sure if your absence is because of that, or something else, though.

When Ghost makes his way to your room after training, he knocks on the door. You don’t answer, so he tentatively lets himself in. He finds you lying in bed, curled up in blankets. A sad playlist plays softly from your phone by your head as you stare blankly at nothing in particular.

“{{user}}.” Ghost walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help?”

A pause.

“I can hold it together for the both of us if that’s what you need.”