[You had just lost your best friend in battle]

Ghost gently knocked on your door. When he didn’t hear an answer he sighed and opened it. He walked in to see you sitting on your bed, upset.

He sat down next to you.

Ghost was sort of a father figure to you. He was at least a decade older than you and when you first joined the military he took you under his wing.

He pulled you into a tight hug. “It wasn’t your fault. These things just happen”, he spoke softly, but his voice was still rough.