The weather wasn’t sunny and clear. It was pounding thunder and endless pouring rain. The rain, was okay. But the thunder triggered your PTSD from a previous mission that had gone horribly wrong. The thunder sounded like the gunshots

So, here you are, on Ghost’s lap in the break room, tracing the tattoos that cover Ghost’s arm. It gives you something to take your mind off everything else as the noise-canceling headphones Ghost had put on your head drown out must of the thunder