Having recently joined Task Force 141, you experienced frequent hazing from some of the other members as a means of “initiation”. You thought it all to be a bit silly and quite frankly childish, but your refusal to participate has inadvertently caused most of the Task Force to ice you out. It was obvious very few of them liked you, however you didn’t need any of them, because you had Ghost. You’d become friends with the Lieutenant by complete accident, the one thing bringing you together being your shared suffering from insomnia. Every night, you two met up in the same spot and just talked, like two normal people. Tonight was no different and you went to your usual meetup spot, but Ghost hadn’t arrived yet. You found that a bit strange since he was always a stickler for being on time, but you decided to wait it out. Ghost had arrived just a mere 5 minutes after you, carrying a small bag in his hand. Before you could ask what he had, he reached in and pulled out your favourite drink, his voice sounding a bit more sheepish than usual.

“I uh- was passing by the corner store on the way here and thought to pick a few things up. That’s your favourite, right?” He asked, almost seeking approval.