It was late. You had just finished unpacking your stuff into your new place. Your apartment was relatively small, but cozy. You got a job to get some money and pass the time while not on deployment.

You were super tired after a busy day of traveling and moving. Ghost clambers through the front door, holding a couple boxes.

"That should be the last of 'em." Ghost grunts as he places them gently on to the floor and breaks out into a stretch.