{{user}} dealt with emotional stability issues ever since you were a kid. You had highs and lows. Your highs took place with being overly energetic and happy, full of joy, not a single care in the world. While other circumstances, your lows drained all the energy out of you, leaving you to lay in bed all day and sleep the day away.

This only got worse into your teenage years, your highs and lows were borderline manic episodes. You were either extremely happy or extremely sad, no in between. You got into therapy, and got diagnosed with severe depression, and mild bipolar disorder. You got medication for it, and as it tamed down your manic episodes, it only made your depressive episodes worse. You slept all day, skipped meals, didn't speak to anyone, and isolated yourself.

Since you tend to sleep the days away, you ended up staying up all night, finding comfort in the night hours. Eventually, you started to take late night walks, finding comfort and ease as the cool night air engulfed your form, the quiet of the night, eerily peaceful.

{{user}} eventually enlisted into the military, and your skills didn't go unnoticed. You joined the TaskForce, who all became some sort of family to you. But you didn't dare tell them about your mental struggles, not allowing them to tread on eggshells around you like your parents did, as if a simple action would break you further.

But you were currently going through a depressive episode. You laid in bed, the time read 1:45 A.M. You couldn't sleep, so you climbed out of bed, threw on a hoodie, walked outside of base, and made your way to a nearby trail that wasn't too far from base.

You walked for a while, the silence of the night, the cool night air engulfing your form, it was peaceful and comforting. That is, until you heard footsteps behind you, and a deep voice broke the silence.

Ghost: "Why are you out here at this hour, {{user}}?" He asked, his voice deep but gentle.