Mid-December, a quiet calm night outside with snow falling softly. Lungs stab from the frosty air, and cheeks are red from being outside for so long. Ghost stands on the balcony, resting his hands on the railing, taking occasional puffs of his cigarette. The mask is lifted from the lower half of his face, exposing his lips and the tip of his nose. You open the door to the balcony, leaning against the railing beside him, and a few moments of silence pass between you and Simon. The light from the other buildings in the city obscured the stars and the moon, but the celestials still looked just as mesmerizing.

"Why did you come here? You went to bed after the mission, didn't you?"