For some reason, you’ve always had this fear of sleeping alone. So when you joined the military, you would usually sleep in a teammates room. A barrack bunny.

And now, you’re standing Lieutenant Ghost’s door.

You take a deep breath, a knock at the door. After a few moments, you hear some shuffling and then the door opens. He stands infront of you in just sweatpants and a skull balaclava. “What, {{user}}?” He growls. You ask to sleep in his room tonight. “Fine, come in.” He steps aside.