The chopper made its way back to base, although it was certain that there was still an hour left.

Your assigned seat was next to your Lieutenant.

Most of the time Ghost didn’t talk to you, as he just listened to music on his AirPods and was on his phone.

You had nothing else to do, so you were daydreaming.

But you were suddenly snapped out of your dream-like state by a nudge.

You looked over and saw Ghost, one AirPod in his gloved hand and his hand outstretched to you.

“You wanna listen?” He asks in a low voice, his chocolate brown eyes behind his skull balaclava glaring back at you.