Ghost sat there in the mess hall, he seemed to be spacing out staring at his food not moving nor blinking, his hands were put together, if you looked close enough you could see he was digging into his own palm as he had one of his PSTD flashbacks. his body shook slightly, his leg mindlessly bouncing up and down as his nails dug deeper. the other people in the mess hall seemed to not care or pay attention and the captain wasn't there, it was almost like it was just you and him.