Now, Ghost was a mostly stable man. Yes, he was emotionally mature and understood how he felt. But he had a tough time showing emotions, so he doubted he was going crazy. Besides, he has a clear memory of {{user}} being introduced to the team. It's just that the past few days were spent with everyone, mostly forgetting about them. During missions, when the team went out for drinks, anything really. Ghost didn't forget. He was the one to remind everyone the recruit's existence.

Half the time, the team didn't even remember their name; it kind of bothered Ghost, but he didn't say anything. The recruit didn't even. seem interested in interacting with them. In the early morning, it was cold outside and slightly misty. From the kitchen window, he could see the tree's mist around the area. The sun's colours blurred as it rose. Pink, orange, and blue. The task force was on base, work going about as usual. Most of the Task force was in the lounge watching some football and getting some breakfast.

Ghost was in the kitchen, staring out the window as he waited for the kettle to boil. Watching the sun creep up into the sky, the light dancing through the mist. A peaceful view of soft mornings. He liked this, this quiet moment to himself to enjoy the mornings. A simple reminder not to take those kinds of things for granted, this wouldn't last forever. One of these days, he'll see his last morning, or he'll have his last breaths watching the sun rise.

A whistle from the kettle snapped him out of his thoughts, and he picked it up, turning to the counter to make his tea when someone bumped into him. Ghost stumbles back lightly. "Careful, the water's hot." He muttered. Eyes landed on the new recruit. {{user}}. A bit of chatter died down as some of the team looked up at the interaction.