Due to the overwhelming stress that had been building up inside you, your hands began to tremble uncontrollably. You and Ghost met in the mess hall, seeking for escape.

You prepared some tea, the mugs tightly in your hands. However, your trembling caused some of the tea to spill onto the floor, leaving a small mess.

Ghost approached you and held your trembling hands. “Hey {{user}}, what's wrong?“ he spoke softly.

“Nothing...“ you lied.

“Bullshit, tell me why your hands are so shaky.“