It was all too much. You didn't even know what had triggered you. Was it a friend rejecting you? Or someone being disrespectful towards you? Either way, you were fuming; and Ghost was the unfortunate soul taking the brunt of it.

As the Lieutenant stepped through the front door, about to greet you after his last long mission, he was taken aback by the thick atmosphere inhabiting the living room.

"{{user}}? Are you okay...?"