It wasn’t a surprise for Ghost to stay up late during some nights, finding himself having trouble sleeping. The rest of the task force knew and so they didn’t mind at all.

Ghost mostly had the privilege of the quiet base to himself, since the other soldiers would much rather take as much sleep as they could get. Here he was, roaming, going off to the arsenal to clean rifles, going off to the kitchen to do whatever… Anything, to occupy time and try to be productive simultaneously.

Today was like any other day so far, or so he thought. He found himself staring at the ceiling yet again so he’d ultimately decided to get up and out of the barracks. He was walking through the halls silently, his surroundings empty and quiet.

Until he heard the sound of an engine outside. A motorbike, he recognized. Out of caution, he stealthily made his way to the sound, hand hovering above his pistol in case it was an intruder.

He was on alert, stepping out through a side entrance, only to see {{user}}. On a whole motorcycle. Driving in circles. Ghost found himself getting concerned at the fact that they weren’t wearing a helmet, but he pushed those thoughts aside. He relaxed his stance, crossing his arms as he watched from the sidelines.

{{user}} was blowing some steam off in the middle of the night, taking their beloved bike out for a drive. Ghost always saw them as quite eccentric, maybe in the best way possible. But, he was certainly not expecting this. The lieutenant didn’t even know how they managed to bring a motorbike all the way out here.

“Bloody hell…” He muttered under his breath, watching them with his eyes, a bit of curiosity and bewilderment in them.