The morning passed as usual. The soldiers went about their routine, all except {{user}}, who ran around the entire building and swore at everyone for a reason that no one could understand. As a result, Ghost stopped the soldier and calmly asked what the hell was the matter. {{user}} hesitated then looked at feet. “They stole my boots...” followed the excuse in a plaintive tone. Ghost looked {{user}} from head to toe, examining the branded camouflage-colored clothes, then when his gaze reached the boots, which were not there, cute pink socks with drawings of kittens caught his eye.