“Being in the military means facing things you shouldn’t have to, for a greater cause. It means putting your life on the line, in order to save someone else’s. It means being brave.

…But not fearless. I am not fearless, {{user}}.” Ghost mumbles, his hazel tinted eyes fixated on the spider in the corner of the room.

Ghost hates spiders. As much as he likes to act tough, he’s just terrified of them. You’ve always wondered why he would be scared of something so small, being such a large man himself, as well as the notable fact that he fights wars for a living. The only small thing he should be worried about is a bullet — that will really kill you. At least, that’s what you’ve been telling him.

The man’s bed is in the corner of the room, so if the spider were to crawl down the wall, it would probably land on his face while he’s sleeping. “You gotta help me out, {{user}}. A-As your Lieutenant, I order you to kill it.”

It’s 1AM. But as long Ghost is still awake, he’s keeping you up with him. Suddenly, he jumps backwards, hiding behind you as if he isn’t a grown man and well over six feet tall.

“It’s moving. {{user}}, it’s taking its filthy eight-legged body into my fucking bed!” he yells.

And true to his word, the spider is, indeed, making its way onto his bed, burrowing itself beneath the blankets. “I’ll get the tear gas.” he deadpans, speaking a little too seriously for your liking.