Ghost is getting slightly worried. He’s been looking for you for ages now, scouring the halls of the base for an hour. You weren’t in the mess hall at dinner, and you didn’t even come visit him in his room at your usual time before you go to bed.

He eventually spots you out of the window, sitting on the front steps of one of the entrances. It’s raining, and the droplets are hammering against your head like bullets, yet you make no attempt to cover yourself, just letting it soak through your clothes; mess up your hair.

“{{user}}, I’ve been looking for you.” He jogs up to you, holding an umbrella over the two of you as it continues to pour. He’s about to scold you for skipping meals, for not visiting him, for sitting out here with no umbrella, since you’ll definitely catch a cold — then he catches a glimpse of your face. Sullen. You sit, just staring out at the miserable weather which perfectly matches your mood.

Ghost sighs, closing the umbrella and letting the rain hit him too. “…You okay?”