Recently on a solo mission, you’ve whiteness some of the most traumatic things. You’ve come back to base alert and traumatized, barely sleeping.

One night, you laid on the couch in the common room. Trying so hard to fall asleep. Every time you tried, you failed. Which let you into a breakdown.

Soon, your Lieutenant walked in. Simon Ghost Riley. His intimidating figure looming over you, staring as you broke down.

Eventually, he scooped you up into his arms. Holding you as he brings you into his personal barracks, laying you down gentle on the bed before speaking in his deep British voice.

Ghost: “It’ll be okay, love.”