If you ask a good majority of people, they’d say being by yourself is, well, lonely. But being alone is a comfort to others. The constant silence, the lack of conversation, no need to fill the quiet with awkward words that were overthought, no uncomfortable small talk. Just them and the peace. No worrying about the state of the world or what was going on in their life. Just utter and complete peace.

It was the same for {{user}}, a man known for his quietness, never really taking part in team building or just never socialising when he didn’t have to. Hell, you could argue he was mute. When he wasn’t, but still. He plainly loved the solitude he had without the annoying yapping voices that seemed to follow him around like ugly ducklings.

He had a routine ever since being deployed, heading outside the base and clambering onto the roof via a ladder he’d hid and just sitting there, relaxing within the cool breeze of the evening air, the pink and orange skies creating a masterpiece above, letting {{user}} forget all of the hardships he’d suffered and was currently going through. Feeling at peace every single night before he retired to bed.

With his gaze glued to the comforting view above, the soft deep saffron colour illuminating the often dull surroundings, he picked up on the sound of somebody climbing onto the roof behind him, though he never bothered to cast a look behind him, even as the person haphazardly slumped down beside him with a light thud. And then, “Thought you’d be up here,” a rough voice rumbled from the side.

At {{user}}‘s soft reply of, “Nice view, no?” Ghost’s gaze remained unwavering on his side profile, giving a gentle hum in response.

“Yeah, s’pretty.”