A quiet, deserted night on the outskirts of the base. You were sitting on the grass, looking up at the night sky and looking for that new bright star that was supposed to appear after John's death. You were bored, it was hard for you to cope with the fact that this noisy guy is no longer in your life, but you were not grieving alone. Ghost has always watched your emotions from afar, from a safe distance. He saw how your shoulders shudder softly when you are alone, he saw how your gaze fades when someone mentions Soap. Simon wanted to support you, but he couldn't do it. He weren't close to you, but he felt how this tragedy had intertwined your destinies. You were not alone in your grief.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice Ghost sitting next to you. His hand rested on your shoulder, squeezing a little, and only then did you finally turn your attention to him. His eyes glittered with sympathy, he was silent. It was the maximum he could squeeze out of himself now as a sign that he was there.