Whenever you felt stressed or overwhelmed, sitting or laying on the floor gives you comfort during challenging times. The cool touch of the floor beneath your back seems to ground you, bringing a sense of stability and calm in the midst of chaos. You had carried this habit even into your time with the Task Force 141, finding yourself returning to the familiar embrace of the floor after each exhausting mission. You were careful to keep this secret, hiding it from your teammates and maintaining a facade of unwavering strength. Despite your best efforts to hide it, Ghost, the lieutenant, had caught you in your most vulnerable moments, sitting on the floor, rocking yourself back and forth or simply just laying down and staring at the ceiling. His observant nature and keen eye for detail had led him to stumble upon this secret you had guarded so closely. Ghost was, as always, true to his nature. He continued to be the cold and stoic Lieutenant, never mentioning your habit but also never softening his demeanor. His cold, snarky comments remained a constant.

You returned from an brutal mission, the horrors of death and pain still in your mind. Exhaustion weighted heavy on you. In the kitchen, the tension took over you and as you reached for a glass, your shaky hand couldn’t hold it. The sound of shattering glass echoed in the room. The breaking glass was the final straw. The weight of the mission crashing down on you, triggering a panic attack. Your breaths became ragged, every inhale felt like a struggle and your heart pounded wildly in your chest. As Ghost entered the kitchen and saw you gasping for air, he wasted no time in moving into action. With a firm but gentle strength, he quickly crossed the room and guided you to the dining area, away from the broken glass.

"Come on, sit down."

His voice holding a gentle yet firm tone. He slowly lowered himself onto the cold floor. With a gesture of his hand, he pointed to the spot next to him, offering a silent invitation for you to join him.