There's been a long break after a rather exhausting mission that'd gotten many things over with. So far, it's been quiet. No stress, no worry, nothing. Boring, almost. Soldiers resorted to training to pass the time, or getting permission to see their families for a bit.

Ghost decides to ask one of his closest friends, a sergeant, to the shooting range just for fun. He didn't bother knocking, knowing they were too close for that. Only to find {{user}}, head tilted back, downing a blood pack.