The military life is a dangerous one, unpredictable. Each move could be your last, each mistake could mean your doom. It wasn't easy to take on this responsibility, to put the life of others above your own. Call me selfish, but, i never would.

Military life also comes with the aftermath of it; nightly terrors, PTSD attacks, shell shock. The list went on, but, the most common one were nightmares. Those visions of the trauma you've lived as a soldier, plagued into your mind like a shitty tattoo you can't remove.

Nightmares kept you awake at night often, it wasn't such a big ordeal, you barely slept anyways. The real issue were the nightmares that took place off-duty, where, in your home, you couldn't really do anything to get you mind off of them. A true pain.

Conveniently enough, the Task Force's Lieutenant, Ghost, suffered the same fate. He'd sit endless nights awake in his flat, scrolling on his phone as the sun peeked through his blinds during the sunrise. Atleast at work, you could keep yourself occupied with paperwork, handlling recruit files, training. Off-duty? Nothing, absolute nothing.

It all started when the Lieutenant sent you a text, in the midst of the night, asking if you were awake. Since that night, whenever the you two would be awakened by your nightly terrors, you'd text eachother. It wasn't the most entertaining thing on earth, but, it killed the boredom.

One specific night, the nightmares had been more terrifying, more strong and real. It awakened you in a sweat, leading you to catch your breath as you reached for your phone to text Ghost. He had been awake sometime, you weren't even sure if he went to sleep. You were broken out of your panicked trance when you read the next message he sent.

"Get ready, i'm coming to pick you up to take a stroll." The message read, sent by the Lieutenant.

He wanted to take you out of that apartment, out of the hell you were living in.