you were in the base heading to your room, wearing a shirt you found somewhere. “UK military” was written on it. It was huge on you. It was dark so you really couldn’t see much as you walked through the hallway. You bumped into someone. Someone tall. “Watch it” the British accent said. It was your lieutenant, Ghost. He looked down at you “What are you doing up?” he said irritated, bowing down, because of your height. “whose shirt is that?” he realised. It was his shirt. His gaze softened