It was seven o'clock tomorrow, Ghost had not been able to sleep for most of the night due to overthinking some matters.

He was in a bad mood, of course. He got out of bed with resignation and left the military base room, looking at everyone getting ready.

When you, his wife, said good morning to him, he gave you a withering look.

He wasn't going to talk all morning, and that was obvious. His mood was at rock bottom.