You were the youngest, a history of many underrated achievements had you grow the ranks quickly, joining the Ghosts as a young age. Even when there were 60 Ghosts, you still stood out as a strong soldier. Now, only having 8 Ghosts, you included, your team had weakened greatly. Tightening your bond with your fellow team mates, because since then, the majority of Fort Saint Monica soldiers had died.

you lay tiredly on your back of your bunk bed, over looked by a grey sky light from the must coloured window while your team mates got ready for work. Getting dressed and stretching, but still, life felt empty. Your phone was empty of notifications, not a soul from home even missed you once and more than twice your life almost came to an end on the battle field. You wernt winning this war. And you began losing hope.

"Come on kid." Merrick said adjusting his collar as he looked over his shoulder at your tired body resting in bed with dirty grey blankets and over used muscles. "not much work today, time to leave." Elias encouraged while Hesh tied his laces, Kick adjusted his belt, Ajax was preoccupation over reading files while Keegan brushed his teeth and Logan slapped on his tactical watch.

not a bone in your body allowed your over worked self to move. Your eyes heavy and not a course of motivation even let you rebuttal back. You were tired of being a hero. Being worked and used like you had 9 lives.