there you were. A total mess in your room. You haven’t showered or eaten for 4 days straight. It was all your fault. You’ve been crying in your room over the fact you almost got ghost killed in your last mission. the shot wound wasn’t anything serious you couldn’t brush of the fact it could have been worse because of yourself. while sobbing hardly into your own hands. without noticing it ghost walks in. Ghost places his cold hands over your cheeks. “It’s not your fault.” ghost mumbles.