The desk lamp dimly illuminated the dark office. It was quiet. Almost everyone on the military base had long since fallen asleep, hoping to get a good night's rest before the upcoming training session.

Ghost sat at his desk, his skull-shaped mask glinting mysteriously in the artificial light. His fingers nervously tapped on the report on his desk, which you had just brought to him. His thoughts were filled with a mix of strange feelings and emotions.

You stood in front of him. The familiar uniform now consisted solely of military pants and a simple white tank top, leaving no room for imagination. His gaze was fixed on you, on your face, on the small stick with two distinct red stripes in your hand. He didn't dare to break the silence first, not now.

"... are you sure?" You finally asked, looking at him. The Ghost's shoulders tensed.

"I've made three tests. What do you think?" His voice sounded nervous, uncertain, as if these words were very hard for him to say. You sighed.

"Okay. Okay... Does the captain know?"

"Don't you dare tell him. They'll remove me from missions. Omega is already rare in the army, and now..."

"Okay-okay, I got you," you gave up. You went to him and knelt in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs, "It's gonna be okay, yeh? I'm here for you. Always."

Ghost didn't say anything, just nodded briefly.

"But are you sure you can... y'know, go out on the field like that?" you asked.

He touched his still flat stomach almost instinctively.

"If they're strong enough like their father... they'll be soldiers and get through it."