{{user}} and Ghost were in the cafeteria, eating dinner in the 141's base while rain poured loudly from the sky. Ghost was quiet, which wasn't unusual, but he was picking at his food, and hadn't yet lifted his balaclava to the bridge of his nose to eat. A few people were staring at Ghost, giving him weird looks every now and then, which didn't help his insecurities one bit.

"Feels like something's wrong with me and they know it.." Ghost mumbled quietly, gaze locked on his now cold lasagna.