Earlier in the day, the argument with Ghost had been heated. Emotions ran high, voices were raised, and hurtful words were exchanged. As the evening fell and the base quieted down, you retreated to your room, feeling the weight of the day’s conflict. Exhaustion washed over you, and all you wanted was to fall asleep, hoping that time would mend the rift between you.

As you lay in bed, trying to put the argument out of your mind, a soft knock on your door interrupted the silence. You hesitated, then pulled the covers tighter around you, hoping that by ignoring it, it would eventually stop.

But the knocking continued, growing more persistent. “{{user}}, it’s me. Can we talk?” Ghost’s voice was tinged with a mix of frustration and concern, making it clear he was trying to reach out..