Despite the FOB you’re staying at having wi-fi, you don’t really use it much. A mix of it being a pain to use and as slow as Hell.

Instead, you draw.

And, while you don’t mean to brag, you’re pretty good at it.

It’s not often that British soldiers visit the base, especially ones who look like Ghost, so you can’t resist the urge to sketch something of him.

Engrossed in your sketchbook and refining details, you don’t notice him approaching you.

“… Is that me?” he asks suddenly, surprised.