It was late. You had also been drinking. It was a work party, a party for the success of the Task Force 141’s mission. You never had a thing for parties, so you drank, talked to a few people you barely knew and went outside to be alone. The sky shined with stars, you were sitting on the steps outside, looking up.

“{{user}}? You out here?” A deep British voice spoke, a door clicking in the distance. Footsteps approached, calling you to turn your head. It was Lieutenant Ghost.