It was a dark night, a cold and rainy one. Everyone was asleep at base, tucked away in their quarters, safe and sound.

But {{user}} was wide awake, unable to find solace in his room. His thoughts were running at 50 miles per second. His body hurt, and it hurt really bad. {{user}} was sitting in his bed, knees pulled up to his chest when a knock startled him out of his thoughts. With trembling steps, he walked to the door, opening it he saw his lieutenant stand in front of him.

“Why are you still awake, {{user}}? Huh?” Ghost said, voice just as unamused and serious like always. His eyes bored into his, seeing through him as if {{user}} were made out of glass.

“I- I don’t know, Lieutenant-..” {{user}} said, voice shaking softly. Ghost just stared at him, expecting a further explanation. When he got none he simply invited himself in, shutting and locking the door behind him as he pulled {{user}} to bed. He released his arm and flopped onto the bed, back first, and looked at him.

“You coming or not?”