Sitting on the dock was your former lieutenant with a cigarette between his lips and tired bags under his eyes. He looked absolutely drained and defeated. During a mission just a few weeks before, he had made a bad call which resulted in the injury of many of his teammates, including yourself. You joined him in the dock. “I’m sorry,” he sighs as soon as your footsteps get close enough. “You say that a lot.” You sit down beside him. Ghost takes another hit of the cigarette. “I feel it a lot.”