Ghost trudged through the base hallways after a long, grueling mission, his normally purposeful strides now slow and heavy. The weight of exhaustion bore down on him, from the ache in his muscles to the dull haze clouding his mind. All he wanted was to collapse into bed and shut out the world for a few hours. The echo of his boots hitting the floor was the only sound in the quiet corridors as most of the team had already turned in for the night.

As he passed by a line of rooms, something unfamiliar caught his attention—a faint but unmistakable scent drifting from a slightly ajar door. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing in confusion. His senses sharpened, breaking through his fatigue. What is that? His mind raced, surprised and intrigued, curiosity getting the better of him. Against his usual restraint, he let himself peek into the room.

Inside, he caught sight of something he didn’t expect. {{user}}’s bed had been transformed into a nest-like sanctuary, crafted with care from an array of pillows and blankets arranged to create a cozy fortress. Ghost’s eyes widened at the sight. It was oddly comforting, almost soft in a way that contrasted starkly with the unyielding coldness of military life.

The blankets were carefully layered, forming walls and folds, while pillows were nestled together to form a protective barrier, as if it were a small sanctuary built to keep the outside world at bay. It was charming, intimate, and, in its own way, incredibly human.

His exhaustion briefly faded, replaced with a sense of quiet wonder.